On Edge

I finally braved the journey that not long ago laid plans to thwart me and take my life. The ridge haunted me. Mocked me. Controlled me.

But I have prevailed. I have conquered. And I have had my worst fears realized. This land is but the isle of my demise. No hope is there for me and my cause. I am alone. I will survive. This marks day 3,144 of my solitude.

Filed under survival, wilderness, mountain.

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