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It was a cool day today. No rain. After I finished up in the shop this morning, I decided to climb a mountain for this shot. The wind grew more harsh the higher that I climbed. Remnants of trees scattered across the face of the mountain. Their limbs dry and barren, even in the early days of spring. Each become more like skeletons reaching for me, the closer I came to them. The battering wind, moving them like puppets while I passed their rocky graves.

Red boulders appeared in abundance when I passed the halfway point. I considered stopping here. I should be content... right? Climbing this high should have been enough for me, I tried to convince myself. My eyes continued to travel up toward the summit of this mountain. Be content, I told myself. Something inside of me rejected stopping.

I could see a beaten path to the top, but I refused to take it. My eyes focused on the green moss that was growing on the rocks as I started climbing the boulders. A complicated and tiresome trek. Even as a bead of sweat formed on my brow, I did not regret my decision. The path was too easy. Everyone took that path that wanted to climb this mountain. I slipped and stumbled more than once. The natural placement of rocks forced me to back track from time to time.

I stopped again, near the top of the mountain. Looking out at the land and water so far below me. Remembering how terrified of heights I was. That terror has yet to pass. Still, I continued forward.

When I scaled the last rock, I was out of breath. People stood around the flat top of the mountain. They paid little attention to me as I set to work. I found that it wasn't enough just to be at the top. At one point, I dropped the knife I was taking pictures of. Which did gain me some unwanted attention. It bounced off rocks and landed between a rock and a hard place. When I finished with my pictures, I found a lot of people were looking at me.

Silently, I packed up my work. Across the way I saw another obstacle. A different one. Undeterred by my surroundings, I started towards the next objective.

Logan Pearce Knives

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It was a cool day today. No rain. After I finished up in the shop this morning, I decided to climb a mountain for this shot. The wind grew more harsh the higher that I climbed. Remnants of trees scattered across the face of the mountain. Their limbs dry and barren, even in the early days of spring. Each become more like skeletons reaching for me, the closer I came to them. The battering wind, moving them like puppets while I passed their rocky graves.

Red boulders appeared in abundance when I passed the halfway point. I considered stopping here. I should be content... right? Climbing this high should have been enough for me, I tried to convince myself. My eyes continued to travel up toward the summit of this mountain. Be content, I told myself. Something inside of me rejected stopping.

I could see a beaten path to the top, but I refused to take it. My eyes focused on the green moss that was growing on the rocks as I started climbing the boulders. A complicated and tiresome trek. Even as a bead of sweat formed on my brow, I did not regret my decision. The path was too easy. Everyone took that path that wanted to climb this mountain. I slipped and stumbled more than once. The natural placement of rocks forced me to back track from time to time.

I stopped again, near the top of the mountain. Looking out at the land and water so far below me. Remembering how terrified of heights I was. That terror has yet to pass. Still, I continued forward.

When I scaled the last rock, I was out of breath. People stood around the flat top of the mountain. They paid little attention to me as I set to work. I found that it wasn't enough just to be at the top. At one point, I dropped the knife I was taking pictures of. Which did gain me some unwanted attention. It bounced off rocks and landed between a rock and a hard place. When I finished with my pictures, I found a lot of people were looking at me.

Silently, I packed up my work. Across the way I saw another obstacle. A different one. Undeterred by my surroundings, I started towards the next objective.

Logan Pearce Knives