Top of the World
By amordantbaron
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At the Top of the World by J.B. Pravda
Harrison Kirdlowe, and his party, along with the indispensable Sherpa
who was somehow immunized from anoxia, had reached the staging area,
just a few thousand 'K' shy of the summit.
Spent but euphoric, they knew that their bodies demanded acclimation of
at least 48 hours; nevertheless, as though in a virtual world of their
own, already planning was underway for the precise pathway for cresting
the precipice bested by only a handful of persons in the world. It
seemed that all the preparation, the man-made rock-climbing walls,
while felt silly at the time, had paid off: all were inspired and knew
that they owed it to old 'Harry's' pluck.
He was, after all, the oldest of the group by far, having actually
known Hillary of 'because it's there' fame and glory, and now it was
their, his turn to shine, and having boldly pursued a route
unsuccessfully attempted for years by others. Still, an almost electric
confidence suffused this effort-----it had to work-----all the
plotting, all the precise engineering that had gone into the
undertaking gave off a feeling that was virtually emboldening.
Finally, the two days passed, the fellows refreshed and rearing like
enclosed steeds ready to race, they had set out; according to the
course plotted, all was going swimmingly when, without warning, a
deafening crashing sound--------Harry looked up, his goggles
askew----------"Oh, blast, Susie, now look what you've done!
Harry's 5 year old daughter had unplugged the GameCube--------'they'
would have to reset and start all over!
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