No Small Martial
By Gregory Lecointe

The temperature had dropped and I could see no thirst of adventure in any of them. Raul's straight away mentioned his ankle and was daringly considering taking the lift to go back down the slope. A new Spanish Rambo was born.

As I turned looking towards the top of the mountain I knew I was not going to share the sad chair lift with them. The sun seemed to be out there through the rain. A raw call.

I was going to carry on just a little bit more.

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