Nature's Survival

By David G

David and his father, Sam, are both trying to rebuild their lives after David's mother and Sam's wife died. After a failed attempt at the summit of Mount of the Holy Cross, Sam's last 14er to climb and David's first, both are eager to try to climb it again.

But this climb is for more than just joy. This is about reviving a family and paying respect to others.

What happens when the two reach the summit, however, will shape their lives forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David G
• Release date: Nov 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301576128

David G

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Nature’s Survival

David G.

Published by David G. at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 David G.

Chapter One

It was a dark night. Dead. The sky resembling black construction paper, not even a breeze could penetrate it. A morgue indeed. All of my father's life seemingly thrown away because of someone, I don't know who. Our government not here to help.

My father's dreams dead, just like the dark night sky

….

I cannot remember exactly when I started enjoying nature, although it was probably from the crib. I was raised in it. If you did not know me, you would think my blood was green.

From the lush green meadows to the rugged mountaintops there was nowhere better to enjoy this than on the edge of the Holy Cross Wilderness in Colorado and Mount of the Holy Cross. As I looked out my window, as I did every morning as I did soon as I woke up, it was a scene out of a fairy tale. My house, perfectly placed on the top of a hill, had a perfect view of the rocky top of the Mount of the Holy Cross. The white cross, uneven summit, even the occasional mountain goat, made me thankful for the gift my father gave me: a love of nature.

I remember when my father and I tried to climb the mountain, as he liked to call it. This was the one 14er that my father never climbed as a child. My father wanted to share the moment of reaching the summit of his backyard mountain with his child.

We got to within 200 feet of the summit when the unthinkable happened, I tripped.

Admittedly, with the summit of my first 14er so close, I did pick up my pace as I hurried to the summit. It could have also been the increasingly gray sky. And, unsurprisingly, I tripped. As soon as I fell I knew it was not good. The pain was extraordinary. I could already see a red area forming and swelling starting to form.

I knew just how badly my father wanted to get to that summit, so I told my father to just head up to the summit, and he could come back to get me when he was finished. My stubborn father would have none of that. He told me that he made a pact with his father that he would share this special moment of reaching the summit of his final 14er with his son, and if I was not standing on the summit with him, then he would never let himself live it down.

And that was when I knew that my father was always there for me. Before that I was starting to question him. Wondering if he truly loved me, if he was actually there for me. Well, our time on Holy Cross gave me my answer.

Anyways, it was a cool summer morning at the beginning of June, 2008. It was unusually cold for June. I woke up, and as usual, starred out into the wilderness, it's crazy eyes staring right back into mine.

Those white eyes at the peak of Holy Cross staring back at me, daring me to climb it. Teasing me about that day so long ago. I shook it off and walked downstairs.

I stroll down the stairs