JACOB'S LADDER

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.

CLEARLY,
THIS IS A HAIRY HIKE.

 MUST HAVE BEEN TAKEN ON STEP NUMBER 473 OR SOMETHING.

!

YAY, WE MADE IT!

QUIET MAJESTY.

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.