I've climbed all of those mountains.
I would ride my bike out to the farthest reaches of my tiny town and would climb through the sandstone canyons. And if I couldn't ride there, I would ask my dad if he could drive me out there and we could both climb. I know all the best ways to get up. I know the hardest routes to climb. I know the trails down or the smoothest spots to slide down on. That's where we took lunch, built our play homes, spent our play money. Even venturing to the top of the arched rocks to look across the small town. Wind threatening to blow you down, hundreds of feet to the soft, thick, red sand below. There was a stone bridge left in the wilderness, a bridge I never crossed but always sat on as I watched the sun go down between the trees.
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