Post by account_disabled on Dec 5, 2023 6:03:38 GMT
Alone. In that area she could say it with certainty. There was no one around, nor any residential areas in sight. He was alone. And there was snow. And the wind. He was blowing relentlessly, he could hear it even though he was about to reach the bottom of the saddle and it was easier to proceed. The ice on the ground had diminished, timid patches here and there, but the man preferred not to remove his crampons. He would need them again later. He paused. She crouched down and took the water bottle from her backpack.
He took a few sips. The water had become freezing. He ate some almonds and a couple of biscuits, then closed his backpack and threw it back on his shoulders. He continued. The ground began to rise. And the wind blows stronger. He was near the top when he stopped again. The air coming at him was deafening. As he had predicted, the wind had begun to blow Phone Number Data violently again. The climb was steeper and the ice increased. He knelt down, shortened the mountain poles and attached them to his backpack, then removed his ice axe. He considered whether or not to take the scarf and decided yes. He took it out, tried to wrap it around his neck, but the wind made it wave like a crazy flag and prevented his movements.
Finally he literally snatched it out of her hand. The man saw it fly away, a dark streak that grew smaller until it disappeared. He cursed. Some time before, on the summit, she had lost her wool hat and once again the rain cover from her backpack due to the wind. He left again. When it reached the halfway point, the advance slowed. The wind raged with more force, giving him no respite. During the ascent he had already fallen twice and had struggled to get up. It seemed to him that the air wanted to sweep him away from the mountain, that he wanted to leave that landscape intact. The man turned: all traces of him had disappeared. He walked on pristine ground and nothing of his presence remained imprinted in the history of that day.
He took a few sips. The water had become freezing. He ate some almonds and a couple of biscuits, then closed his backpack and threw it back on his shoulders. He continued. The ground began to rise. And the wind blows stronger. He was near the top when he stopped again. The air coming at him was deafening. As he had predicted, the wind had begun to blow Phone Number Data violently again. The climb was steeper and the ice increased. He knelt down, shortened the mountain poles and attached them to his backpack, then removed his ice axe. He considered whether or not to take the scarf and decided yes. He took it out, tried to wrap it around his neck, but the wind made it wave like a crazy flag and prevented his movements.
Finally he literally snatched it out of her hand. The man saw it fly away, a dark streak that grew smaller until it disappeared. He cursed. Some time before, on the summit, she had lost her wool hat and once again the rain cover from her backpack due to the wind. He left again. When it reached the halfway point, the advance slowed. The wind raged with more force, giving him no respite. During the ascent he had already fallen twice and had struggled to get up. It seemed to him that the air wanted to sweep him away from the mountain, that he wanted to leave that landscape intact. The man turned: all traces of him had disappeared. He walked on pristine ground and nothing of his presence remained imprinted in the history of that day.