User:Rabin4567

King of the Mountain.

I’m breathing heavily… my calves burn under the strain of the upward hike, skis splayed out before me. Step by step, I climb up this slope, gravity fighting me at over 3,000 meters above sea level. My abs are ablaze with the strain of hauling hardware that was designed to descend, not ascend. Behind me, a herringbone pattern snakes a tortured path down the mountain. A testament to half an hour of trekking to a peak where few follow.