Many years back, October to March have been months of picnics and trekkings of small hills or cliffs.We used to backpack food ingredients, stoves and utensils. Trek the hills and find shady resorts or go down the valleys and camp at water points. There, we unpacked the items, prepared food on gas or on woods collected from around and thus enjoy the whole day cooking and viewing nature’s glory.
The treks or passages for climbing or descending used to be much slippery sometimes, as the miners used to blast surrounding hills for limestone, etc. So, it required much attention and carefulness while on those outings.
One of our companions had some slight neurotic disorder due to which his steps used to waver during conflict circumstances. Particularly whenever he reached an edge, he used to falter and take indecisive steps leading to a slip down the hill. The edges of cliffs or hills used to be much loose and soft. But, in most cases, you will not go down as there were rocks and bushes all around to protect you from going down. So, we used to enjoy a lot experiencing those slips and slides and never got scary. That fellow had more falls and sometimes got wet with mud waters, but always used to be smiling and enjoying.
This post is in response to the blogging event of literary lion hosted by Laura Gabrielle Feasey.