Sarah yawned so much it felt like her jaw was going to dislocate, “I am so freaking tired!” She said tiredly.
“Me too!” muttered Jessica, who sat next to her in the bus.
Sarah was studying geology at university and she really loved it. Learning about the history of the planet and how even the smallest pebble could tell you stories about what had happened in an area absolutely fascinated her, but like any student she loved the field trips the best.
“But I can’t wait to see Dagger Point Mountain! I really want to see the Cambrian marble fused with the Neoarchean granite. I heard that Dagger Point Mountain is one of the few places in the world where you can find it!”
“Yeah me too”, said Jessica, still only half awake. “I just wish we didn’t have to get up so damn early…”
It was five o’clock and the bus had just departed on their journey to Dagger Point Mountain. It was an eight hours drive just to get there, and then they would have to hike up above the treeline to the hut they were going to stay their first night in. It would be the furthest they had gone for a field trip. However it has meant that she