I placed my left hand as high as I could, grabbing an outcrop on a vertical slope. It was wet, cold as ice and my fingers felt the rough jagged edges of the stone but I refused to let it go. Such a scenario could prove fatal if I ever lose my grip. The fierce wind howled as it tried to push and pull me out of the mountain but I kept my cool and hugged the rocks even more.
A shot of adrenaline rushed through my body, making my blood boil in excitement, as exhilaration took over, taking away all of my fears that was running through my head. I kept grabbing one outcrop after another, while planting my feet and pushing my body upwards. Before I knew it, I was at the top of the mountain.
I was so awesome!