“What were we thinking?” is the question he asked over and over as he struggled to place one foot in front of the next. The weight of the camera bag dug into his shoulder, he felt the perspiration flowing down the small of his back. They had come too far to turn back, and with each step he felt the sand shifting under his sneakers making the climb more difficult. His eyes strained to see the peak, his breath raspy and dry, it took more than courage to press forward at this point.
With just twenty feet to go, his body protested, every muscle fiber screamed in agony. Up ahead the point man had already reached the apex. Behind him the two other climbers were slowly making their way up. His eyes could barely focus on their silhouette, blinded by the glare of the sand. He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his face…..
to be continued by the other climbers