There you have it! I had this incredible experience while hiking the Himalayas in the cutest, very trendy and fashionable outerwear outfit. Cute with kind of all colors, colors such as the ones you see while you are hiking Machu Pichu. Those vivid and so bright colors of the Native Peruvians. Lots of polka dots in my stockings. Love polka dots. But I was not at Machu Pichu, I was at the Himalayas. Boots, hat, scarf, my Ray Ban sunglasses and full of energy, gusto and ready to conquer one of the top places in the whole wide world. Mount Everest!
So I am with all these people from all over the planet, all of them very nice, amiable, kind, like the ones from the era, “Peace, Love,” if you know what I mean. If you don’t know what I mean, well…that’s tough, because I don’t have the space and the time to go deep into it. Use your very smart imagination.
Back to my hiking…there I am pulling myself up with a rope that I don’t have the foggiest idea who’s holding, maybe someone already at the top. I made sure I had cute undies, in case the people below me were looking up. I didn’t want to offend anyone with my all white gramma’s underwear. Oopsie, getting too personal.
There I am…good hair day, the fresh air from that altitude, maybe 25,000 feet up, feels marvelous. I am handling that rope like I am a total expert doing this.
Suddenly, and very suddenly…a mountain goat shows up from nowhere, the one with the arched horns, and his face is not at all friendly. He is on top of a space in the mountain that I must conquer if I want to make it to the summit. To the summit it is at all cost. But, the mountain goat is facing me down like saying, what the heck do you think you are doing here with the cutest outfit ever to have graced this mountain. He stared at me and started to bite on my rope…that’s when the situation went very sour…I thought, two things are going to happen here, one, I am going to make it to the summit, or there’s going to be a death splattered on the ground mountain goat.
My meditation time was up, so I must continue my hike tomorrow, or maybe leave the story hanging loose just as it is. Don’t worry, the mountain goat survives, and I reach the summit with half of my undies shredded by the goat. It was a sight to behold, me on that rope going as fast as I could, and the goat chewing as fast as he could. We compromised halfway through and…pop, my oatmeal was ready.
It is so much fun being a writer. I just write stuff. That’s exactly it, just stuff. Tomorrow I may decide to go to Atlantis the lost continent, or…