...or ass gliding, as my uncle calls it. This was the one that I actually lost my glisading cherry on. Notice how I don't stop when advised to do so. Still, I was well above the crevasse and lake below. It is the crevasse over to the left that was more intimidating.
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I am glad that you did not fall off the mountain.
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