Time:11:30 PM
Location: Somewhere in the Cumbrian Mountains
It is dark. The wind is howling outside and I can feel the snow falling on the tent. I bravely popped my head out a minute back and in spite of the snow, the moon is out and the sky is clear. The moonlight reflects off the snow on the peaks around me. The shining mountains look both beautiful and scary at the same time.
I am cold. Four layers of clothing, a tent and a sleeping bag have done little to protect me. Twenty miles of walking, lack of sleep and the absence of hot food is taking its toll. I am shivering and only regular swigs of whiskey keep me going.
This wouldn't be so bad if we knew what tomorrow held in store. But that is pure fantasy now. We are lost and have no idea where we are or which way to go.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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2 comments:
i am glad yet jealous. i like being lost. i feel i somehow live more in a given period of time when lost, as opposed to when i'm not.
"We"? You talked someone else into your crazy plan? You never cease to amaze.
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