Once on the top of Humphrey's peak, a man warned us to rush down telling that the birds knew something that we didnt. We were blithely taking pictures of rain in the background on another mountain.
Holy Molly, what would have happened to the hikers if not for their tardy biorhythms?or lets say only an excellent hiker would ignore the alarm on a day like this. It is raining so much that if I catch all the things that its raining, I should easily be a millionaire and never complain about pets being expensive.
The rain god sure does lend an ear. It is a crowd rain.
10.27.12
In Everest_'82 , until then its the white mountain snow and then a flock of birds swoop away, then the ice structures, the climbers are on, unscaffold
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