Fourteeners? Ha! He climbed, he conquered all
the peaks in Colorado rising more
than 13,000 feet — straddling strong, tall
the summits — Lord of Crag and Windchill Roar.
His gear compressed to minimum size, weighed
practically nothing, nestled snug inside
hitechsynthetic pack and matching stride
correcting boots. He leaves base camp “oh god”
thirty hushed, skulking in the dark, rock strewn
debris field. dwarfed. He must approach the broad
exposed horn before cloud and lightning noon.
He panorama grins restlessly smug
smiles, knowing that the beast need only shrug.