by Ava S., Montana, Junior
It was mid-afternoon, and the Matopos savannah was backing in the sun. We were wandering up a shaggy bluff, five hours in to a seemingly unsuccessful rhino tracking mission. We climbed over rocks and through dense bushes, following our guide Andy like a trail of ants. Suddenly, Andy motioned for us to stop. We froze, not breathing, not moving, silent. The air was still. Andy began snaking through the brush, following a trail that only his expert eyes would recognize. We waited, calm and quiet, under a tangle of trees. Suddenly, the line of girls surged forward with an energetic jolt. Silent expressions of shock passed along faces as the front of the line approached a dark mass in the trees. Rhinos: confirmed!
Photo credit: Sydney S.G., Illinois, Junior