Patagonian phonies dont trekk to the top. They stay dropped at the bottom, with their cameras locked. But hell no this kid goes all! Dressed to be impressed, trudging up Mount Fitz Roy! Yeah boy! Carnivores crunch on bones, dont fuck aroud with soy. Me and Ms. French bring tha heat! Melting snow at our feet. We make our move to the top: rock turns to ice, ice turns to snow, snow turns to glaciar. Its D-A-Go! An 8 hour hike beyond everyones advice. We trekked straight through the night. We´re adventurers, right! Its a sight beyond sights. Visions ignite. Everything is morphing. Im better than alright! When we plummet down the mountain, Go! loses his feet. Twists up an ankle and bitter takes over sweet. Its raining its howling its time to press on. Eat another banana Mount Fitz Roy we´re gone!
Crawl back to the hostel and Im wrung out and drained. After a long ass shower Im chillen out the pain. A lane ahead says go, sleep tight long with ease. Tomorrow we´ll see which way blows the breeze.
D-A-GOOOOO!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment