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| - Dave walking and inspecting the track of Son of Beast in Spring 2008. |
I walked up the steep, wooden steps and started to sweat. The coveralls were now more of a nuisance as the morning got warmer. Just shy of the 218 ft. peak, I knelt down and swung my camera bag off my back, trying not to look down or behind me. I had lost count of the number of steps some time ago. Heights have never really bothered me, but this climb did.
I mounted up the lens I wanted and snapped the camera bag to a wooden post, dropping it would've been like throwing two grand down a 200 ft. hole. I wrapped my arm around a wire cable while my legs were shaking from a combination of the climb and the nerves. I peered out over the fog with a telephoto lens and saw Dave ascending the opposite peak. Then I started making photographs.