Sweat runs into my eyes burning,
Unchecked it trickles down my face.
Mosquitoes bite my bare arms and legs.
Mud squishes under my boots.
Earlier I had looked at the cliff,
Reluctant to grab the rope and start down.
Sweat, mosquitoes, mud, rappelling
A "Boonie Stomp" they called it.
Fear ate into my shaking hands
As I slid, squirmed and walked down the ledge,
Right below me, just 500 feet below awaited my destination.
I couldn't believe I had to climb back up later!
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