The narrow fisher in the rock was just wide enough to squeeze through. The wind had been battering me for hours on end and now I can dig in and wait out this blizzard. My new found burrow shielding me from the worst of the weather , it was no bigger than the inside of a car.
The storm had started suddenly and I was caught by surprise as I was walking up the mountain trail. A light drizzle was not uncommon but this was unheard of.
First there came the creaking in the trees and the startled birds swarming out of the forest. I couldn't decide whether to turn back from my trek up the mountain and head straight for home and hearth or to dismiss what I saw and keep climbing to the apex of the mountain. I am sorry know that, at the time, the latter seemed more appealing.
The sun was blocked out first by the storm clouds and gave me an indication as to how bad the weather was going to be but I could never have foreseen this.
As I made my way up a tricky natural staircase formed by years of erosion and exposure to the elements the storm finally broke and I was caught between moving forward or descending blind with no hope of ever reaching the ground. This time I had chosen wisely or so I thought...
