We’re greeted by the wide open skies of Wyoming, desolate and bare. Rainstorms in the distance, dark clouds with billowing white tops that illuminate the orange sunset. Antelope dot the rolling hills.
The steep cliffs and sharp limestone make the rock climbing feel impossibly hard, until we find our rhythm. One by one we climb the route, descending elated, passing the spark of excitement on to the next climber.
As we start the fire, thunder echoes through the canyon. Rain is coming but s’mores are a must. A quick assembly line ensues. We gobble them quickly and dash to the tents.
Wonderfully visual. I could smell the campfire from here!
Nice imaging. I do really like the story but I don’t know if you have experienced wide-open skies like we have here in Alberta. Mountains or trees or anything but endless flatland can go on forever. I love your ending, how you built up suspense and then ended with something as simple and wholesome as a sweet, tasty snack. Please keep writing stories like this.