You ever dribble a dirty dollop of sriracha mayo all over your smoked baby clams with peppered almonds? Maybe it would be even better with Wakame? Trust me, that pure stank of the sea’s gonna make you climb harder than the phantom nail of Tommy Caldwell’s ghost finger.
In this gastric invocation, you pay spiritual tithes to the alpine monks who are drunk only on the wine of vertical adventure, their quest to know the secrets and way that is true. And here, crashing your body like a salty lick of wave breaking upon the rocky crests of the Sierra Nevada mountain range, you spend your surging foam upon the rock strata in order to truly perceive the great stone Mountains that are home to the purest, truest, and cruelest spirits of air and earth.
Cory N
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Aug 25, 2024
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Monticello, UT
· Joined Sep 2018
· Points: 1,113