I saw it once more. A little brown fuzzs whizzed by the land in forepart of me. I had seen it several times in the past hr. or was this a different one? I was looking at an ugly. beady-eyed animal -I thought it was cute at first. but after gazing at it for a piece. its rather barbarous looking. “It’s a prairie Canis familiaris. ” a voice suggested.
“Don’t those live in prairies? ” I supposed. We were far from a prairie. At 11. 000 pess above sea degree. I was in the thick of a six-mile hiking to the extremum of a 13. 000-foot mountain. ( Possibly it’s a mierkat. “No. those unrecorded in Africa” ) Two wash uping stat mis into the hiking. we were detecting a plump. bantam animal eyeing us askance. I watched as the alleged prairie dog/meerkat scurried smartly up the hill and into the base of an highly monolithic heap of stones. I collapsed onto the soil next to the rock-pile and scrutinized the ridge above that I supposed was our concluding finish
Climbing past the topmost tree line. the milieus changed outright. like walking from one universe into another. We had begun our journey in the bosom of a wooded wood past a clear glistening lake. engulfed with the odor of pine and wet Earth. Further along our expedition and another two thousand pess in lift. the being of the towering trees ended suddenly along with all other marks of life ; salvage an occasional brown hirsute animal and a thorny bush. I supposed that endurance at such a high height was near impossible. The air was thin and adust and made my lungs feel like they were being squeezed from the interior.
Leaving our battalions behind. we picked ourselves up and started toward the bouldery ridge 400 metres in front of us. The dust and soil was all of a sudden replaced by crisp stones nothingness of any flora or life. We had reached the ridge and what I thought was the finish of our ascent. Revealed to me was a 1. 600 foot obstruction of bowlders and crisp outsize rocks at such an angle that I could non see the terminal. The trek to the top was more than demanding and I wondered if I could of all time carry through it. Pressing on. the position began to open up and I stopped. non merely to catch my breath. but besides to take in the singular 180-degree view. As I sat on a hardy bowlder. I took in the
position. Feeling glued to the stone. I wanted to sit at that place everlastingly and wonder at the landscape.
Three hours subsequently. I neared the top of the mountain. I felt my bosom buffeting in expectancy of the end I had devoted five arduous hours fighting to make. Ascending to the acme became an intangible composite. and at that minute. I wanted nil more in the universe than to make that highest extremum. A powerful blast of air current about toppled me over and I knew the zenith was near. I conquered another tableland and searched for the following hill to graduated table and realized this was non merely another landmark or ridge in the passageway to the pinnacle ; this was the top.
I had eventually made it.
What I saw was non an eternal encirclement of jaggy stones. I stared consecutive in front and saw a phantasmagoric sea gleaming 1000s of pess downward and stat mis to the skyline. This skyline was the province of Nevada. and I was looking at the celebrated Mono Lake. I was at the zenith of the highest mountain in a 100 stat mis and the position in any way is unobstructed. I walked in a little radius on the extremum. there were breathtaking positions 360 grades about. Snow-capped mountains surrounded us on all sides. I saw Mono Lake embedded in a vale 100s of stat mis off. To the West. left of the way we had journeyed. I saw Tuolumne Meadows and the twin lakes. I observed the tree line we had passed through so many stat mis back where the flora suddenly ended. Gazing in the way we came from. I couldn’t do out the route we had parked the auto on and retraced our way in my caput. I was at the top. I had so made it.
Analyzing our tract. I realized that achieving the acme did non tag the completion of our ocean trip. I was standing at Midway. A twelve snapshots. a bag of yoghurt trail mix. and 25 short proceedingss subsequently. we began our decent. The way downward was slippery if non hard. Apprehension for the remainder of the journey in front shrouded my sense of achievement at first. but the more I thought about the obstructions I had overcome to make my aim. the journey to the terminal became effortless. We had spent ten long and hearty hours on that mountain with nil but two bags of yoghurt trail mix to nurture ourselves with. In two hours. we reached our get downing point and tiredly headed place.
We stopped at a gas station for hot nutrient and H2O on the manner place. Browsing through a postcard rack I had been standing following to. a familiar brown haze caught my oculus. Upon farther scrutiny. I recognized the furry. beady-eyed gnawer displayed. “Marmots of California. ” the caption said. Smiling. I limped my manner out the door.