A Roar in the Woods
Quinn stepped out of his cousin's van and looked around. He'd never been out of the city. The landscape before him was huge. He and his cousin put on their backpacks and headed down the trail.
The first thing Quinn noticed was the silence, but then he listened more closely. There were the sounds of crunching sticks and leaves under his hiking boots and different birds chirping high in the trees. He could even hear his lunch rustling in his backpack.
Slowly, the trail turned and got steeper. Quinn heard a new sound. The trail turned again, and suddenly the sound became a loud roar. He wondered if there could be a subway train or a big truck this deep in the woods. Quinn looked and listened even more carefully.
At the top of the hill, Quinn and his cousin stopped. The roar was so loud that they had to shout over the sound. All the noise came from water. The water flowed down over some rocks from a river above and became a white, foamy pool below them. Quinn discovered the cause of the roar. It was the roar of a beautiful waterfall.