When I die....
The sun was a few hours from setting and the air was cold and crisp. I could feel the nippy January weather biting my ears. My friends and I arrived at Mt. Pilchuck extra early to conquer the treacherous mountain slopes before dark. We each had our 4X4 Toyota trucks that we had been working on the previous summer. I had just turned 18 exactly four months before the expedition. With Jensen, Chad, and Joel on my tail, I led the excursion up the mountain trail. An immaculate red sunset was beginning to form on the horizon, which we had a wonderful view of because of our position on the mountain.
We had been struggling the whole day with the loose rocks on the trail. We might have been a little scared, but the adrenaline rush kept us going. I remember looking at my CD player to see what time it was and in a split second I could feel the gravitation pull shift directions.
Pilchuck Summit
Pilchuck Vista
White Marshmarigold, Twinflowered Marshmarigold, B...I started to see the roof caving in and I could hear the ear-splitting sound of shattering glass. After two times of flipping over, it occurred to me that I was tumbling down the cliff of the mountain in my truck. I was being trapped in a metal encasing that would surely bring me to my death. Every few turnovers I would loose touch with the ground only to come crashing down with enough force to crush the rocks beneath me. I kept thinking to myself that this wasn't happening and that I was having a bad dream. As much as I wanted to believe it, I knew this could certainly be the end of my short life.
I started thinking about my family and friends and about what I would be...
Excellence
I loved this, you've portrayed it in a way where I can almost see it, this truely is wonderful. You've described everything so well, to read this is almost tear-jerking. Good work.
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