I couldn't stop thinking about a beautiful woman.
To remedy myself of this ailment, I turned to John Muir's ghost for advice. As always, he recommended a healthy dose of Mountain climbing.
I've had my eye on Cartier Mountain for some time. 2000 vertical meters, 17 km each way. This should clear my mind!
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| There were no Grizzlies nor Goats, just this Spruce Hen and her chicks to keep me company. |
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| Looking unto the peak, I was terrified |
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| Two feet between the cliff, and death |
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| I awoke in my cabin the next morning to find the entire mountain shrouded in mist, with freezing rain pelting the roof. I was stranded! I would have to wait for the storm to pass |
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| When the storm finally passed, I looked unto the lands beyond with wonder |
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| A precarious perch on top of Cartier Summit before the knee-busting 17 km trip back down |
AH THE SWEET NECTAR OF LIFE!!!
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