|ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER.|
|SO THAT'S WHERE WE'RE TO GO.|
|AND SO IT BEGINS.|
|I JUMPED WELL ENOUGH IN FRONT OF THE PACK TO TAKE THIS PIC OF CARO AND CHRIS TURNING A CORNER.|
// PATS SELF ON THE BACK. //
|CARO SOLDIERS ON.|
|CHRIS HARDLY BREAKS A SWEAT.|
THIS IS A HAIRY HIKE.
|MUST HAVE BEEN TAKEN ON STEP NUMBER 473 OR SOMETHING.|
|YAY, WE MADE IT!|
|SHARING THE VIEW WITH SOME MOUNTAIN BIKERS.|
Woulda been much easier if I weren't trashed the night before. I don't know what even prompted me to get up from bed. But I did. And I walked the walk I told myself, come on, this is maybe one of the last walks Chris and I were to do together before he leaves for Canberra.
But damn it, I wish somebody had warned me about Jacob's Ladder! I would have stayed in bed and simply done another walk with Chris the next day, no problem.
One foot in front of the other, I urged myself as heavy beads of sweat burst from my pores like gushing water from a faucet. My lungs strained painfully against my chest. But I wasn't about to get beat by steps, no no no.
I counted 549 steep steps.
I could be wrong.
I was cross eyed by the time we got to the top.