NaPM April 15 2014

[ChristopherSea]

From the present assent to base camp
represents a descent of formidable proportions.
Hours of nervous contemplations,
planning and preparation
occupied my mind as the dawn
pierces my womb of warmth, low on the horizon.

Pain receptors snap and trigger conditioned reactions
at the instruction to break camp.
The signal snakes down the last link in the spine
and jumps across a hip overhang.
Causing minor tremors to ripple
through the tight fibres of straining muscles.

The expected avalanche comes.
Grumbles that first burst through the gap
and thunder down the micro fault lines,
purple traces that are just visible in places
where rivers of previous damage has flooded
an area and recorded the event in static.

Once the chain reaction has started
the only protection is to stop and hang on
to something solid. Stranded on the stairs
I laugh and cry simultaneously.
I will not be achieving my final objective
any time soon. Dam this Devon long house!

This reminded me of the scifi novel/movie, 'Fantastic Journey', one through your own body. It is an interesting take on the theme with a humorous twist. Sorry about the flood. Hopefully, your livestock didn't drown in their half of the house.