Today after school I went for another hike. I decided to try to go higher on the mountain so I took Indian Trail. It felt like going straight up the mountain. I was gassed. It was also a narrow trail with pretty steep nothing but rocks to break your fall on one side. When the trail did go down, I was afraid of one wrong step and falling to my death. When the trail was going up, I sort of hoped to fall to my death because it seemed preferable to going forward (ok, it wasn’t THAT bad).
I didn’t make the whole trail (I’m not walking 4 miles uphill) but I about a third before walking back down. I made it near the base when…
Some guy was coming at me up the trail. Running. He was going to run up the mountain that I thought was going to kill me.
I just watched him go and thought ‘motherfucker, are you doing this on purpose?” His timing couldn’t have been better to poke me in the eye.
What I saw to break my fall.
What I thought of…
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