"Perpetual Passage" An narrative essay describing my experience climbing a 13,000 foot mountain and what I gained from such an experience.

I saw it again. A small brown blur whizzed by the ground in front of me. I had seen it several times in the past hour, or was this a different one? I was looking at an ugly, beady-eyed creature -I thought it was cute at first, but after staring at it for a while, its quite vicious looking. "It's a prairie dog," a voice suggested. "Don't those live in prairies?" I supposed. We were …

…trail mix to nourish ourselves with. In two hours, we reached our starting point and wearily headed home. We stopped at a gas station for hot food and water on the way home. Browsing through a postcard rack I had been standing next to, a familiar brown haze caught my eye. Upon further examination, I recognized the furry, beady-eyed rodent displayed. "Marmots of California," the caption said. Smiling, I limped my way out the door.