when each step is a risk

defund the nanny state

Every step was measured, thought about and calculated. Screwing up, failing, falling might not be fatal here.

Getting back up and moving on would be a fraught process

I wasn’t in the mood to test my mettle any further.

I was bonked out over an hour ago. At this point, I wanted to avoid the highway.

I wanted to avoid the discomfort of traffic.

I wanted to and was avoiding what I thought was dangerous.

As it happened, my choices put me directly in front of the experience I was avoiding.

Each tie was wet. They were slippery. Some were rotten. Everything was uneven. My breath got shallow and quick.

Ahhhhhhh - there it is! Sweet sweet adrenelaine.

All it took was an abandoned train trestle.

I was sixty feet up.

As I stepped out further, my mind raced.

What if I fall? What if something gets hung up? What if… HOLY SHIT! I’m way further above the…

ZEKE! I shouted, THIS IS SOME SKETCH SHIT!

Zeke chuckled - You haven’t even gotten to the worst of it yet.

You mean the missing ties? I had an idea of what that …