It was a sunny Sunday morning; the spring breeze was evident all around, the kind that says summer in on the way. My best friend called and offered to take me rock climbing, I was thrilled but wary. I waited with anticipation as the sound of his car approached; the sound was distinct in its own way because the muffler was on its last leg. He arrived with flair, no not really. The paint of his car was peeling off and the smell of the exhaust filled the air. The horrible aroma was thick and suffocating. Every time I got in his car I felt embarrassed, but with my lack of transportation, I was unable to be particular.
The highway that we traveled had turns, twists and winded for miles. Suddenly my best friend cursed under his breath. I looked at him surprisingly and asked, "What's wrong?? He started to laugh, took his foot off the accelerator, hit the brakes, and said "Didn?t you see that state trooper?? I nodded, "Well we were going 85 up this road," he said. Luckily, we were not the only cars on the road. About a mile from the turn off, we slowed down to 55 miles an hour. When we pulled off the side of the road, we were both surprised to find that there were no other cars parked there. This normall
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We were lucky it was not a longer walk. By this time, it was almost pitch dark. The perspiration on my hands made the rock seem very slippery. If anything was to happen and we required help, we would be out of luck in this isolated area. Bart reached the top with ease and as he pulled himself up over the edge, he looked down and yelled "Your turn. I started searching for somewhere to place my foot. On the way home, after a long silence Bart said, ?We shouldn?t tell our parents, especially your mom, because you know how protective she is. Mount Everest came to mind! I walked over and stood underneath the rock formations. The trail up was steep; about two feet wide surrounded, with scrub brush. About half way down the hill we both realized we were lost, it seemed that we were going in the wrong direction. ?
That day made me realize that my feet should remain on the ground. With his guidance, I started climbing again. "
The time passed quickly, and before we knew it, it was starting to get dark. We reached the top and headed to the intermediate climbs off to the left. It must have been the adrenaline pumping; I probably looked the same.
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