Sunday, November 1, 2009

FAIL!

Gothics. Pft. It POURED. It DELUGED. The trails were streams. The streams were brooks. The brooks were raging torrents. Channels were lost. Boulders submerged. The rivers became SLABS of water sliding down the mountainside.

I finally got to a stream I was afraid to cross alone. I just stood there... soaking wet... cold... discouraged... looking at the far shore full of longing and thoughts of drowning.

Remember the Wolf Jaws?

Remember success?

Those were different times.
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  1. The City Folk ClubNovember 1, 2009 at 5:20 PM

    You tried.
    You did your best.
    Most importantly, you survived!
    Who could ask for more?

    Remember your own words, "... seconds and thirds are quite OK."

    Those Goths will be forever with us!

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