Thursday, May 04, 2006

A Little Mythologizing Never Hurt Anybody


One year on the 4th of July, Jim and Paul climbed 4th of July Mountain, 6 am as the rest of us slept.

The year Shawna turned 16 Jim took her boyfriend and his friend across the lake to the base of the mountain. He told them it had taken him and Paul two hours to reach the top and come back to the water, an underestimation in the vicinity of two or three hours. We scanned the hillside from our deck with binoculars until a former neighbor boated across to tell us he'd seen them.

I've never put a foot on it, would rather stare across and dream of it than have it sweaty scratchy and real.

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