Mountains, page 2
On top, 14,433 feet above sea level.
Note Nadia's lips. The higher, the bluer.
Looking north from the top -- Mt. Massive.
Other climbers know more about this stuff than I do -- they drink special sports drinks on the tall mountains.I got by with a drink I learned to love while living in Guadalajara, Mexico, one summer a few decades ago.
Looking south from the top
It was just after 11 a.m., and the thunderstorms were starting to roll in.
I could hear Ned's voice in my inner ear -- "Time to make like a baby and head out."
I could also hear Nadia's voice in my actual ear -- "Yo, Ansel Adams! That white, icy stuff hitting your camera is sleet -- let's bug out."
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