Preparing for an Adventure!

I woke up on August 30th in expectation of something big.  It was a Sunday.  I managed to get everything I needed the night before and the only task that remained was for me to obtain the final items.  It was 6:00 am, yet somebody was already working in the kitchen, worse yet, it was the chef, whose name might as well be Bob.  In spite of how nonthreatening the name may sound, what I was about to do would set on edge any chef, let alone...Bob, who had a tendency to overreact to everything he saw.

The task that I had at hand was a very difficult one, and it was all born from an idea that came to me the night before (on August 29th).  I had just finished reading an adventure novel about an explorer who could not be scared, and at that moment, I too, decided to become one.  Within minutes of completing the book I found myself in the main building staring at a giant map of Deep Springs covered by Plexiglas.  The possibilities were endless.  Mountains to the south, sand dunes to the east and the unknown wilderness to the north.  The west was uncharted territory aside from a point in the corner that read Dead-Horse canyon.  This was my destination.  Boldly, I took a marker and drew the longest path I could find from here to there, letting everyone know where I would be the following day.  Soon after, I found myself in my room where I managed to find a large bag into which I threw a fur sweater (in spite of the fact that it was summer), a flashlight (that did not work), a medical-kit (that I did not know how to use) a diver’s whistle (even though we were in a dessert) and a cheese knife (even though I had no fine cheese in this 40C degree weather).

I knew ahead of time what a burden water would be, and that without it I would perish in this dessert.  So to be safe, I managed to procure from myself and friends 9 metal containers of water, and 2 large plastic jugs.  I was set.  I was ready to become an explorer.  And I was ready to sleep. That night I dreamed about tall mountains, large trees and exotic animals.  It was a great sleep, but it was interrupted by an urgent thought which I forgot to consider.  I forgot the food! So here I was in Bob’s kitchen, stealing food from a communal space.

The kitchen was pitch dark.  I first surveyed the area to make sure no one was around, putting on a face as if I was looking for someone who went off into the distance.  Slowly but surely, I made my way into the more and more restricted spaces, until I finally got to Bob’s storage of food.  There, like a Soviet Dream, the shelves were full with cereals, boxes of cooking chocolate, marshmallows, canisters, flour, even Wine!.  Some of these foods I haven’t seen or tasted in months and just to see a Hershey's bar or a marshmallow in person was like meeting a celebrity.  Because my time was limited I stuffed my pockets with chocolate pieces and put handfuls of apricots in my pants.  With this success, I got bolder and took an entire box of cereal out of the box (intended for my fellow classmates to have for breakfast) along with a large bag of crispy bacon that was set aside for some salad.  Having run out of time and pockets overflowing with snacks I scurried away from the storage, through the office and into a long hallway.

However, just then the lights turned on and I heard Bob approaching down the hallways.  His footsteps were confident, for he had a way of smelling out trouble.  I heard them quickly advancing as I quickly hid in the shadows behind a door.