Red Yellow Orange (A Poem)

Hiya peeps!

So, 2 weeks ago when I posted I mentioned that I had started writing poetry.

The only reason I actually started was because I was afraid that I’d have to write some (for a contest), so I decided I’d better hurry up and learn! πŸ˜‚ So I did!

And it’s not like I hadn’t ever done poetry before; I had, but it just wasn’t very good was horrible. I mean, one time I tried to write a haiku and then extend the number of lines! 🀣 Oh, and don’t forget the time I wrote a limerick about a dog named Jenny (I posted it on my blog when I wrote it – 2 years ago) who got fat from eating wheat! 😳

Welp, that isn’t happening any more, and I think that this poem is vastly superior to that one, but… Who knows?

Not me! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Anyway, after that history of Reese’s horrible poetry, here is a fall haiku to celebrate today as being the first day of fall!

Red Yellow Orange

Leaves falling to the soft ground

Red, yellow, orange

Autumn is here at long last

So, how’d ya like it?

It’s not the best poem ever written, but hey, I only started writing poetry a couple weeks ago! 😁

Do you like writing (or reading) poetry?

Awesome 3 Day Trip To Sinaia, Romania!!!

Hi everyone! I went on a very cool 3-day trip a couple days ago and I wanted to share it with you! It was originally going to be a hiking trip, but we decided to take a gondola instead and then the weather wasn’t so great and… Why am I still writing this part? I’ll just get to the whole thing.

Day 1

We packed our hiking bags with snacks, clothes and, um, in my case, my poetry writing book, in case inspiration struck (I just started writing poetry a couple of days ago). Then we headed out the door! We needed to go to the train station to catch a train to Sinaia, so we took a bus to the train station, and then the hour long train to Sinaia. I wrote poems in my poetry book on the way there.

Once we arrived in the small Romanian town, we studied the hiking map in the train station until we figured out where to go. If we wanted to go hiking, we would first have to walk 45 minutes across town, and we didn’t really want to do that, so instead we decided to walk to the gondola and take that up the mountain instead!

But the walk hike to the gondola took waaaay longer than we expected and actually ended up being the majority of what we walked that day! It took, like, an hour just to walk across town! After buying our tickets, we got on the gondola and took off! And believe me, that walk across town was worth it!

Photo credit: Reese A. Salonen (Me! XD)

When we got to the top, I was amazed at how cool it looked. There were no trees, so it was really bare and grassy, but it still looked really amazing. Or maybe that’s what made it so amazing.

We hung out on top of the mountain for the whole afternoon, enjoying the cool wind, writing poetry (again, only me) and eating chocolate.

Once we took the gondola down, we headed to our apartment. After my parents went out and got some groceries (and came back) we went to a Hungarian restaurant down the street and had soup. Reeeeaaaaalllly good soup.

Very good soup in a bread bowl

And then, once we were so stuffed we could hardly eat any more, we went back to our apartment and went to bed.

Day 2

It was supposed to rain on our second day, so we hadn’t really planned on being able to do much, but we actually got to do a lot more than we expected!

The rain held off until the afternoon, so we spent the morning checking out a beautiful castle and exploring Sinaia!

Photo credit: Reese A. Salonen

I mean, doesn’t that castle look like something out of a Disney movie!?

Photo credit: Russell Salonen (My dad)

When it started raining, we had just gotten to a restaurant and were ordering pizza. And it’s a good thing we had cover, because it was raining hard! At one point it even started hailing! When the rain stopped, we ventured out onto the street and started heading back to our apartment. But we took a different route than we had before and ended up bushwhacking through the wet forest! My shoes were soaked by the time we made it back!

For dinner that night we went back to the same restaurant as the night before, since it was so good!

Day 3

Our final day was actually the day that we did the most hiking! We walked through town to get to the start of the trail and saw some really cute dogs on the way!

The trail, if you can even call it that, was super steep, so it was really exhuasting climbing up. We kept climbing for a couple of hours, stopping every little while to have some water and a handful of nuts. When we finally reached a meadow at the top (-ish) part of the mountain, we sat down and had ‘lunch’, which was really just a big snack.

Then we kept going, climbing through the rolling hills, watching the cows and sheep on either side of us.

When we finally arrived at a nice place to sit down and admire the view, we just hung out there, appreciating the soft grass and the somewhat clear sky. We read for a bit, and then we had to go back down to catch the train. But before we left, some of the shepperd’s dogs came over to say hi to us! There were 7 dogs! And……. 4 of them were puppies!

Photo credit: Reese A. Salonen

Going down the trail was a bit easier than going up it (in my opinion). Since it had rained the day before, the dirt was packed down and still wet, so it was good for gripping. I skidded a couple of times, but fortunately I never fell down!

By the time we got back to the train station, my knees were killing me! But it was still worth it to see the puppies… And the view, I guess.

All in all, the trip turned out not the way I had expected it at all, but it was still super fun! I can’t wait to go on another trip!

What did you think sounded the most fun? Have you ever been on a multiday trip like that? Tell me in the comments below!

Oh, and Blogging With Reese has reached 500 likes! Whoo hoo! 😁 😁 Thanks everyone for all your support and encouragement!

I’m Taking Sailing Lessons!

Hi everyone! Welcome to Blogging With Reese! Thanks for coming!

A few weeks ago, some friends told my family and I about how they were taking sailing lessons and really enjoying them, so we decided to try them too!

My mom, sister and I walked the port where our friends had told us to go and talked with a teacher at the sailing club and he told us to come back on Tuesday. My sister and I were super excited! Tuesday couldn’t come soon enough.

By the time the exciting day arrived we had gotten all the stuff we needed (watershoes, hats, stuff like that) and were fully prepared.

First our teacher showed us how to turn the rudder and pull the sail in on land, but once my sister and I were confident enough, we went out on to the water!

At first it was a little scary, controlling the boat by myself, but then I got the hang of it and was having lots of fun! By the end of our class I was very confident in my sailing skills (except for when I had to go any direction other than straight).

A few classes later, I was doing pretty well in the water, if I do say so myself, and I was very excited for class. I had planned on practicing tacking and going faster and slower… But, things don’t always go as planned, do they?

It was a pretty windy day and there were lots of white caps out on the water, but nonetheless, like the brave warrior I am, I got into my little boat and put the rudder on, attached the main sheet to the sail and headed out into the water.

I didn’t make it very far before I panicked. The wind was a lot stronger than I had expected and it was blowing me everywhere! Not to mention the big waves trying to push me over the second I let my guard down. I somehow managed not to crash into anything, but I’m not quite sure how I did it, considering we were still in the harbor and had to keep making tacks to wait for the other students to come out onto the water. When our teacher finally (it felt like an hour but in reality was probably 15 minutes) came out on his boat, I tried as best as I could to sail over to him. After bumping into several other sailboats and redirecting myself twice, I made it over. When he asked me how I was doing, I bit my lip and asked him if I could switch out with another student. He said yes and I climbed onto his boat where the students who weren’t sailing sat huddled together. I could feel their eyes on me as I sat down and, unintentionally, started crying. One kid was kind enough to ask me what was wrong, but I just mumbled ‘I don’t know’ amid my tears. The truth was, I did know, but I doubted if I would be able to explain it to him with him understanding everything I said in English. Plus I didn’t really want to have a huge meltdown. Even thinking about going back on the water made my stomach queasy. Or maybe that was just beacause we were still on the boat and I get sea sick easily.

The next day that I went back I was pretty scared. Okay, fine, a lot scared. It didn’t matter that there was hardly a breeze, all I could think of was the last time I was in a sailboat.

When I got onto the sailboat I was the last one out, so fortunately I didn’t have to do laps around the boats. I just calmly (the water was calm, not me) floated out to open water. And once I got out there, I was surprised at how quickly the waves washed away my fears. I actually started enjoying myself and relaxing! By the end of class, I was sad that it was over and wished I could spend more time sailing!

In the few weeks since then, my sister and I have gone to more classes and had even more fun! I’m very glad I started sailing, even if it did mean being scared a bit. After all, what’s a little adventure without some excitement?

Thanks for reading my blog and don’t forget to come back next week for another post!