Up the mountainside
Yesterday I climbed a mountain with my father. We ascended on his hand-made trail, my thighs and calves made well aware of his distaste for switchbacks. He made his path like a broken excalator - up up up. The sun baked our skin on the exposed slope and we fried our minds with fast talk and delightful verbal sparring. Highly satisfying.
posted by Scribbler @ Tuesday, August 16, 2005
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