The goal is to draw your last breath with no regrets. Regret keeps us locked up in the past, a place where what's done is done and there ain't a thing we can do to change it. Today, however, is full of choices, so we go...out "there."When last I spoke our slot walls had squeezed down to points so slender the sun couldn't even find us. We overcome many obstacles, places that we agreed might be more difficult to navigate down than up.
At last our tunnel throttles down to a steep, choke-stone strewn impasse...a slot chocked full of impossibilities and what-ifs. The rock is smooth, not a handhold to be found. Nothing short of a grappling hook could get us to the beyond. Or so we thought...
|Staring up into the abyss|
Bobbie, being somewhat vertically challenged, is stymied by walls of rock with no reachable steps or cracks in which to wedge her boots.
"There's nothing to hold on to!"
Longer of limb, my only talent, I gave it a go and found some purchase wedging my back against overhanging sandstone. It takes multiple attempts and cost considerable skin on elbows and knees, but I somehow conquer the "choke," only to meet another more formidable challenge.
"I need a rope, either that or Caleb. He could boost me up...or vice versa. Or Chris! Chris could find a way up this crap."
|Bobbie, way down below...seeking shelter in case I fall on her. Yikes. Somehow I've got to get back down there...|
|And this is what's above...|
Summarily defeated, I turn tail and proceeded to descend, in the process getting the worst-ever super wedgie imaginable.
|Hung up with a super wedgie and skinned knees|
|From the bowels of a monster...|
|Slip-sliding our way back down|
mark and bobbie