#writephoto — Extreme

Fandango

3CECBC09-B523-41C7-9170-E1D3FDC785FC“There it is,” Brian said, barely able to contain his excitement. “Virgin snow!”

Bob looked across to the other side of the valley, where Brian was looking. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. “How do we even get to the top?”

“We hike,” Brian said. “The slope to the right of the summit is gradual. It will take a few hours to hike to the summit, but once we get there, you’ll see that it will all have been worth it.”

Brian had convinced Bob that there was nothing more thrilling than extreme skiing. “Skiing down a slope of virgin snow that no one has yet been down is the greatest skiing experience of all,” he told Bob.

“Aren’t extreme skiers usually flown to the summit in a helicopter?” Bob asked.

“That’s one approach for those who have tons of money,” Brian said. “But regular guys like us, we hike.”

Bob was already tired and they easily had another few hours just to get to the base of the mountain. Brian said that once they got there they would pitch their tents, camp there for the night, and then start hiking to the summit first thing the next morning. Bob was tempted to head back to his car and drive home, but he knew Brian would be pissed, so when Brian picked up his gear and started toward the mountain, Bob did the same.

The sun was starting to set when they reached the campsite, so they quickly pitched their tents and ate some beef jerky and protein bars before turning in for the night.

The next morning, as Brian had said they would, the two men rose early, ate some more jerky and a few energy bars, and then started hiking up toward the summit.

Bob was exhausted when they finally reached the summit, but Brian was totally energized. “Just look at this amazing view,” he said to Bob. “It’s truly breathtaking.”

“I need to rest here for a while,” Bob said. “You go on ahead and I’ll meet you at the bottom.”

Brian had already changed into his ski boots and put on his skis. “Sounds like a plan, buddy,” he said. “See you at the bottom.” Brian virtually flung himself off the summit and started flying down the hill. He let out a loud primal scream as the adrenaline surged through his body.

And that’s when the avalanche began.

Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.

19 thoughts on “#writephoto — Extreme”

  5. Marleen September 6, 2018 / 5:12 pm

    I take it you don’t like skiing.

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    • Fandango September 6, 2018 / 6:59 pm

      I do love skiing…at least I used to in my younger days. But I’m not a fan of “extreme” skiing. Or “extreme” anything, for that matter.

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      • Marleen September 7, 2018 / 11:26 pm

        Being your conservative self again.

        I made sure my kids learned.how to ski. I never learned how when I was a kid. It was kind of intimidating the first time I went. This is, I think, like my mother making sure I knew how to swim. She pretty much never swam (but would sit at a pool in her bikini while I swam). I think she didn’t know how and didn’t want me to be afraid.

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  7. Hélène Vaillant September 6, 2018 / 6:14 pm

    oooo oops.

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