Clyde has been my travel buddy since I started really traveling. He's been to England, Scotland, Wales, New York, New Hampshire, Maine, Arizona, Utah, Nevada, California (southern, central, and northern), and Oregon. He has hiked with me to the highest peaks in the United Kingdom, rowed a boat on the River Avon in Stratford-upon-Avon (think Shakespeare), rested upon the stones at Stonehenge, sat on the beach at Lake Tahoe, crossed the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, and backpacked to the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon.
So, here's one of his adventure stories.
Adventures of Clyde the Duck: Grand Canyon
|Clyde at Grand Canyon|
Clyde decided to hike in the Grand Canyon.
First he packed his backpack with food, water, tent, and sleeping bag.
Then he set off down the steep trail toward the Colorado River.
He hiked many miles in the hot Arizona sun.
He felt very tired when he reached the campground.
His shoulders were sore from carrying the backpack and his legs ached from walking for so long.
He found a nice wooden bench, took off his pack and rested his eyes.
Clyde did not notice the nearby squirrel thief hiding in the bushes.
The squirrel thief leapt from the bushes onto Clyde's pack and opened the pocket where the food was stored.
Clyde opened his eyes just in time to see the squirrel run away with his food.
"Hey! That's mine!" Clyde yelled.
Even though clyde felt too tired to do anything, he chased the squirrel down the trail.
|Clyde and cactus (not barrel cactus, though)|
"Excuse me, Mr. Lizard, did you see which way the squirrel went?" Clyde asked.
"Past the barrel cactus and to the left," said the lizard.
Clyde ran past the barrel cactus and took a left, but he still did not know where the squirrel thief went.
"Hello, Mrs. Raven, did you see which way the squirrel went?" Clyde asked.
"He ran past the yucca banana just down the way," she squawked.
Clyde hurried past the yucca banana, but still no sight of the thief.
"Excuse me, Rabbit, have you seen a squirrel?" Clyde asked.
"On his way to the biggest Cottonwood by the stream, as always," the rabbit said and pointed down to the stream.
|Clyde in a Yucca Banana plant|
The squirrel may have escaped, but the food bag was too big and wouldn't fit in the squirrel thief's hideout.
Clyde snatched the food bag away from the squirrel thief just in time.
"A-ha! You dirty little thief," Clyde shouted.
He trudged back to his bench and ate his tasty meal.
He set up his tent then watched the stars and listened to the bull frogs croak as he drifted to sleep in the desert.
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Come back tomorrow for an EPIC VIDEO of Clyde's many adventures.