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Denali, A love Story
Denali-A love StoryThe day had been a slog. As we ascended off of the Kahiltna Glacier a constant 20 mph wind had been banging away at us for the better of six hours. This was day five of our climb as we moved off the top of the 11,000-foot glacier trying to reach the safety of the upper Base Camp at fourteen. (14,000 feet) The ultimate goal was to summit Denali, North Americas tallest peak. The big mountain tops out at 20,320 feet and is so massive, it can create its own weather system. It. has a land mass the size of the state of Delaware. The climb is not a technical climb, per se, such as...
Felinious
Ben took the same path to and from work every day. From the door to his trailer, he walked on the loose gravel parking lot to the bike path through Mechant Lake Forest Preserve. The path was a four mile loop, but Ben only used a mile long stretch along the east side. Once he got as far south on the path as he could, he trudged through some wild grass and low shrubs for about fifty feet until he emerged on the back lot of Cletus’ Auto Shop. Ben did oil changes and a few other basic services, but was not allowed to operate the hydraulic jacks. On a warm Thursday evening, when he arrived back ...
Luck of the Draw
The luck of the draw, or rather a flip of the coin. That’s all it took. For the day to go from the best day possible to the worst one. “Congratulations to our lucky winners!” the announcer cheered. “And what might your name be, miss?” “Uh-uh, Meredith. Meredith Frost,” I responded with a stammer. “And you, sir?” the announcer asked the man standing next to me “Anthony. Anthony Dawson,” he responded to the announcer. “Wonderful, once again, congratulations!” the announcer exclaimed. “We have randomly selected you two for a chance to win our grand prize of thirty-thousand dollars! How does that ...
Me and Hector
It was so terribly cold, snow was falling, and it was almost dark. It wasn't supposed to be that way when Hector and I started our hike. While the cold was starting to bother me, Hector probably thought it was paradise. For Alaskan Malamutes, the colder the better. Mals are big dogs and Hector was on the large sidewww.onedoor.cc of big. Look, Hector is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Mals were bred to pull heavy loads so brainpower wasn't a requirement, but he is a damn good dog and friend. Loyal and affectionate, Hector is the most Zen being I have ever met. He is steady as a rock and completely ...