There’s a weird thing that happens up on the mountain. You seem to lose track of reality a bit. Yes, I go to the shelter every day and beg Earl not to fire me when I’m late. But when I return to Fletcher Mountain, all the noise just sort of goes away. Time just sort of ceases to exist in the magnificence of it all. It’s like this little sanctuary that makes the stresses of the real world disappear. It’s magical.
