Forward: This is a true story of my father and I, with my self in the story telling seat. It took place just as the summer of 2002 started. It is true as I can remember but with what I think is a delightful tweak. Enjoy!

One day you will move through the sage and time and lay your feet again and again upon the thirsting sands as you cross the land in the heat of day. Your head capped and your back loaded, the Windres will scorn you. She throws sand in your face, not for any thing you have done but for forgetting yourself, and your place in not removing your chapeau in her Presence. However if you should so decide, to correct your mistake she will laugh aloud, in delight in herself. Her laughter though is no louder then the voice of the world so if you can not listen to what the world tells you, neither her amused laugh will you hear. Then her fingers you will feel running through your hair, caressing your mind and lightening your soul, but these are only teasings of hers, she throws at many a man. She boasts to sky her sister and to lake her friend, no man, though many love the idea of it, could ever no matter his tries look me deep with in the eyes. For a new great white Mountain top each full moon light I do spend my hlooted nights. This time most of all for that pale man in the dark sky has whispered to me that the North most peak of the Palisades should I seek. Little could any of them had known, sitting not to far above then on an edge was a mortal man who heard her speech and knew what was now within his reach.

With out delay he made plans and preparations, checking roots and routes to see which went farther, all along needing to pick a partner. He did that and if I do say so myself did it quite well for what ever chance or choice as it may be I was the fellow he thought it wise to place his life within the hands of, and there our journey to the Palisades began, long before the first steps.

Plans, equipment, and training did flow in great quantities of each, until the day we began the ride that would compose the first leg of our adventure. A ride as swift as any, moving out of the hamlet in which we lived, through the farm land, and the deserts of the red rock all the way to the bar of Rock & Rhinos. Its keeper a warrior of the last unloved war, we spoke with. He told us of his dreams for that small patch of the Earth where we now sat, and in return we told him of our own daunting aspirations. He wished us luck and we him as we finished our meal and push onward, not much further to a point where we would find our selves on foot with loaded backs.

Oh and loaded our backs were and the pounds did wear upon us like lead. The Windres still not knowing our means danced about us through the trees and fanned our brows as we trudged, oh and trudged we did. The going was turned when upon the first patches of snows our feet fell and our cores the Windres did realize but she was so blasted by the shock of such an unforeseen move she could not think of what to do, her mind was ablaze with thoughts of such thing as, how could they know, and did they have a chance. We moved on over a hardened granit bolder field. Then when her senses she finally did come to, we were leaving a soft meadow high in the land, but in her daze she had lost us. It was not long though before one of her spies a sparrow laid his eyes upon us, and rushed to tell her of our location by saying , Oh Great Windres it is me, Your faithful sparrow spy and guess what I have seen coming up out of the lovely Green. She threw out great winds against us in fear more than anger. For all her boasting this act would find her, a quiet decrease. All that night she blew but to know avail we could not be dislodged from our camp set in a cleft of the rock. Not even by the snooty French men who had spent far too much time high alpine sun. Early that day we were up before the sun making ready for the last leg of our journey that day, the Windres with nothing left to oppose us, saw this act. So going to the sun as he peeked over the Earth She Begged and sobbed that he might help her. Though I think you quite disserve what these two men bring, I feel that I might never deny you a thing. Said the sun with a long breath. Spend this day in rest do nothing and my help you shall have but I warn you my help in this line never again should you ask, for if you were to do such a thing you would be quickly cast from my favor, and my eye. All that day things went well the sun shown down on us as we went crossing snow and ice. Soon we had made our way to the other side of the glacier the sun still smiling at us as we came to a great fissure know as the Bertram that we crossed by bridge of snow. But little further did we go for the snow was now slush and our ability for vertical movement on this now mostly vertical place were none! A rocky approach we also tried but no feasible climbing was with in our grasp. Knowing went to step down, we moved away back to where we had stayed that last night. By sun set the Windres was ready to make certain that another try we would not make, knocking over our tent multiple times that night.

In the morn she watched and saw our retreat and again was quite amazed, and laughed. What was her arrogance became her fear then her anger and was now her humor. She realized that we had not turned our selves in desperation but out of respect for the power that bayed us. I know that everything is about its end until it is over. Then it is about its working time and that I had in my hand. So now a toast to the Windres may she ever be illusive.

Whats that, another?... Oi! Im dry, if you can find it in your copper for anther round, I might be able the to remember another maybe the story of the mighty crest of the great Mathis.

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