Week nine: Two steps from victory

The boulder I was climbing broke free of the mountain, and suddenly I was dancing atop it like a world-class barrel roller, trying to keep from falling beneath its mass and getting crushed. I hopped across to other boulders that were also tumbling down the mountainside, striving to stay light on my feet, and somehow I managed to leap from the rockslide onto stable ground. That was scary. Sections of this ridgeline had broken loose during the record-breaking flood event of September 2013, and apparently the boulders that were involved in that landslide had yet to settle into a position of rest. I decided to change course and traverse over to rocks that were covered with black and green lichen, which meant they had remained in that position for a long period of time and weren’t likely to roll anytime soon. One avalanche a day was sufficient for my tastes.

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