Each step taken brought our dream of reaching the summit closer. Unsure steps could bring about misfortune. We summoned courage to continue our ascent. Midway, we set up basecamp. Tim swore by our equipment, but it felt flimsy to me.
From the basecamp, we could only travel single file. We scrambled past a precarious ledge. Chad, sensing danger, suggested we turn back. Moments later, I lost my grip and tumbled into space. Adrenaline took over and I regained my sure footing.
We were young and carefree and nothing was more important than the cookie jar at the top of the cabinet.