It would have been so peaceful here if it wasn’t for these bloody birds.
Chirp, chirp. Calm down.
You stressing me out.
Another step.
The granite here is red and sharp. Less slippery than yesterday, but the protruding crystals make my fingers bleed.
Good friction nonetheless.
Yesterday the granite was creamy white, sparkling in the sun.
Straight fault lines criss crossing the cliff like it was drawn by a mad architect.
It would have been so peaceful here if it wasn’t for the bloody ocean.
Smashing waves on the rock. Calm down, I can’t hear my belayer.
Snack!…….What!?……. Take! ……What!?
Slack!….. Oh…….Ok…….Lucky we have radios.
Why are you shouting? You are scaring the whales.
