Down The River With Rainbow Dash

                                                                               Chapter 1

             I stumbled on a rock that was barely sticking up, my hoofs were that tired. Flailing for balance, with the pack working against me, I slipped in the mud and almost went down. I still couldn't believe this was really happening. I couldn't believe my dad had done this to me.

For five days Braeburn had been leading us into the most rugged corners of the Mane Dirt Mountains in the southwestern Colorado, coaxing and pushing us over the passes and into the peaks, through good weather and bad weather, mostly through bone freezing rain and sleet. " October in the mountains, Braeburn said with a grin. " So, Braeburn, I said. " You live a whole lot closer to the edge."

The going was always either straight  up or down, we rarely followed the trails. There were six of us, six girls, including me and colt, Braeburn. All serving nine weeks in this outdoor education school from hell. Braeburn called his program The Mane Fun, but we called it  the Dirt, the name we inherited from previous waves of misfits who'd come through the place.

Braeburn kept us marching all day under heavy packs of snow, grinding us down in preparation for ....... for what? He would never say when you asked him. He'd only reply with a knowing grin. Hike, freeze, starve, and risk your life every day- for what? Just a mile till camp, gals, " Braeburn said. I still can't believe Rarity and Fluttershy came along, I mean, Rarity is scared of dirt and Fluttershy is afraid of Hights. "Think about a sunny day", I whispered.