When Brian left home for the Ark today, it was raining. Last time he went to the mountain, the lorry got stuck N the mud and he ended up walking 2+miles in the slippery-stuff, at night, uphill at 11,000 ft. altitude in a partially-evacuated area of civil unrest [i kinda thought it sounded sexy.] He said he didn’t slip because he relied on his old highschool football days where he learned how to keep his balance by maintaining a low center-of-gravity point.

                                                                                                 Ah, those were the days . . . .

 

But this is now: 20 years later. Up the mountain he headed again today with a lorry-full of building supplies and a week’s worth of teaching to do.