Gone to see a man about a large wall
Yesterday my friends, we climbed a wall.
A large wall.
One might go so far as to call it great.
The hike was amazing...it took about three hours, including several points where we feared for our lives. (I believe the exact phrase I continually muttered under my breath was "feet don't fail me now...")
I can't begin to tell you how beautiful it is. It stretches on a far as you can see, breath-taking views from all sides.
There was some construction happening on the great wall, mostly in the form of stones, shovels and donkeys. We had a pretty good time imagining conversations that must take place from those guys...something to the effect of "MAN! I got construction duty on the great wall again. That shit's never gonna be finished!"
Maybe one of the few things in life that lives up to all the hype. Mao once said, "A man who has never climbed the Great Wall is not a true man." Though I tend not to agree with the Chairman on a number of policies, this may be an exception.
A day I will never forget as long as I live.
(Many apologies for the overly sentimental nature of this post...I'll do better next time. I promise.)