if i had a dollar for every time i intentionally tracked up some yuppies ski-line i could retire today and spend the rest of my life swimming laps in an olympic sized pool of dom perignon
for every one of us living in this world means waiting for our end
let he who can achieve glory before death
when a warrior is gone that will be his best and only bulwark
i mean the last major coverage of a hood fatality on the n side of the mountain also involved a guy from new jersey - the highest traffic event in cc.com history, as i recall.
5/14 - day sixteen - hell of an evening for a hike, the lot stale and empty near dusk - a bitter day of bickering w/ the man and waging holy jihad on behalf of my perplexed polity - all is fair in love n' hate, no?
5/12 - #15 - piercing sun, a soothing, steady breeze, and balmy skies - no time for cheap heroics, just an hour between bothersome obligations - a quick blitz and off i wandered - beautiful, sloe-eyed ladies on the trail, so very nice
wise sir do not grieve
it is always better to avenge dear ones
than to indulge in mourning
for every one of us living in this world
means waiting for our end
let he who can achieve glory before death
when a warrior is gone
that will be his best and only bulwark
Then out spake brave Horatius
Captain of the Gate:
To every man on Earth
death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
than facing fearful odds
for the ashes of his fathers
and the temples of his gods?
5/7 - #14 - a rare may-day 24-hour wedder-window - bright sunshine n' light wind - the river runs full - lions abound, loll n' leap, embayed, the waves lap over them - damn near cock-blocked by bastard choo-choos way back at the dawn of day