Scrappers I thought. Then an older man steps out of a well worn rig, would my Ranger be here to save me again? Then I see him, my Mountainman walking over the bluff of the mountain and climbing down to me, he now has a limp, ever so slight, but he looked happy to see me, and me him. The other old man tossed him down some chains and planking, as he began gently chaining me up, and ramping the cliff to save me. A few stops to move boulders later and I was finally climbing that fateful cliff I went over so many years ago..
Scrappers I thought. Then an older man steps out of a well worn rig, would my Ranger be here to save me again? Then I see him, my Mountainman walking over the bluff of the mountain and climbing down to me, he now has a limp, ever so slight, but he looked happy to see me, and me him. The other old man tossed him down some chains and planking, as he began gently chaining me up, and ramping the cliff to save me. A few stops to move boulders later and I was finally climbing that fateful cliff I went over so many years ago..