Ross Creek (Mountain)
I stared down at my knees dreading what lay ahead. Slowly, I
lifted my gaze. I felt like dying right there and then. The rocky path in that
lay in front of me went straight up for what seemed like forever. I remembered
earlier going through the stout, mossy grey stone pillars, then crossing a
sturdy bridge, passing millions of trees. It was bad enough tramping along for what
seemed like hours on end. I could feel my powder blue bag start to slip off my
limp shoulders. I heaved it up again just as a noisy wood pigeon flew overhead.
The path was towering up to the sky, like a forbidding mountain. My heart
started pumping, instantly my energy started to dissolve like melting ice-cream
or a fading rainbow. I felt as weak as a newborn foal, with its long skinny
legs. Slowly I began to climb the immense mountain.