On Monday we climbed up Mt. Wachusett.

I went with my grandfather, my dad, and my sister.

We were going to drive up but the road was closed.

So we started up the trail instead.

My dad didn’t think that we would make it to the top but we did.

I was the leader.

I fell two times and hurt my knee.

My sister fell three times.

My grandpa was the slowest hiker.

Mt. Wachusett is 1,000 feet tall.