nowhere-except-up
mojagear:

10 feet above the bolt and pumped to my limits, only two outcomes could possibly manifest in the next few moments: either I’d stick the move or I would fall. Swallowing reality, I inhaled, drawing in the last draws of my energy to throw my body towards the sloper far above me. Feet cutting, core engaging, I reached upwards, feeling a split second of friction between my fingers and the rock. But alas! The rock rejected my body’s movement and my muscles let go. For the first time in my life, I entered the midair magic and splendor of whipper freedom; a full submission to gravity and a lasting lesson in humility.
This is a Campfire post, a short feature of 110 words or less and only one photo. Want to take on the challenge? Submit your own. -or- see more campfire posts

mojagear:

10 feet above the bolt and pumped to my limits, only two outcomes could possibly manifest in the next few moments: either I’d stick the move or I would fall. Swallowing reality, I inhaled, drawing in the last draws of my energy to throw my body towards the sloper far above me. Feet cutting, core engaging, I reached upwards, feeling a split second of friction between my fingers and the rock. But alas! The rock rejected my body’s movement and my muscles let go. For the first time in my life, I entered the midair magic and splendor of whipper freedom; a full submission to gravity and a lasting lesson in humility.

This is a Campfire post, a short feature of 110 words or less and only one photo. Want to take on the challenge? Submit your own. -or- see more campfire posts