Tragically Fine

There ain't no mountain high enough, eh? Well, you're wrong!

Posted by Kyle Jacobson , Tuesday, July 6, 2010 6:41 PM

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    Climbing a mountain seems much easier without roller skates. It wasn't until the bouldering part that things became increasingly difficult. It's all the rage with rock-climbers these days. Using shoes to climb is only a gateway into the real thrill to risk ratios.

Reaching the top was the only thing on our minds, except for the first two lines of the chorus from the song "Zombie" by The Cranberries.While singing that chorus in as many accents as existed in 1830's Spain, we ran into the past. He wore neon shorts, a bandanna, and looked you in the very center of your core making you want to either take a lukewarm bath or drown yourself in depressing poetry. He made quite the first impression. He was friendly mind you, his countenance disagreed. He pointed us up the mountain and gave us intricate directions in a language known only to the guild of mountainous socialists. With no better options
jumping into our path, we followed the man's advice. At least it led upwards, for lack of a better word. We finally breached the horizon, dazed and glazed with multi-colored sprinkles. The sight was inspiring. It was in that moment that I decided upon my 20th birthday present. A waterfall.
                                    Dreamily,
                                                 Kyle