April 13, 2014

We were in the mountains this time. There were about 8 of us or so. Apparently we had reached a rather wide crevice that needed a bridge to cross. A young girl that was with us was in charge to creating a rope bridge for the gap. It was a bridge that was literally one rope across.

“How much rope do we need?” She inquired as she unrolled the spool of hemp rope we had brought with us.

No one really knew but afterwards we realized it was not enough at all. Instead of using a new piece of rope, we decided that the person that was in between the two ropes would hold it when crossing.

(Bullshit dream physics incoming)

The rope was already attached to the other side but wasn’t long enough to reach ours. Some people were already crossing it however. I was the second to last to go. My father was after me. I jumped for the rope, holding the second part of the bridge behind me. I had to support us by holding the rope in front of me as well as grabbing the far end of the second half. My dad had to step between the (left) hand holding the very end and my own feet.

“Is there enough space for you to stand?” I shouted.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” It was evident that we were all in a very uncomfortable position as we walked towards the other end.

We eventually got the other side. It was a grassy platform with a cliff that overlooked the ocean. There was also a map of the area carved into a rock not far from where we crossed. I read the map to see exactly how wide the crevice was:

16 kilometers

((Seriously, what’s up with all the bridges?))