You never climb alone
The first time my hand slipped, it wasn’t spectacular. No screams. No dramatic music. Just one finger giving way, almost imperceptibly, then another searching for a hold that wasn’t there. In Cairn,…
The first time my hand slipped, it wasn’t spectacular. No screams. No dramatic music. Just one finger giving way, almost imperceptibly, then another searching for a hold that wasn’t there. In Cairn,…