Digital Wanderer

We live as long as we fly

Montenegro — 7, Day 2, Night Descent

There was a two-thousand-meter peak nearby, but the GPS showed an altitude of only 1960 or so, which I announced to everyone around. And then Max says to me: run up to the peak so it hits 2000. I, as is well known, always have to go the extra mile, so off I ran, and so briskly that Max cautioned me to show a bit less zeal, since we weren't at home, but in the mountains.

I ran up to the spot, but the number on the GPS was only 1998 meters. Well, I started tossing the device up in the air to get my two grand, but it didn't pan out — it was scary to throw it high, rocks all around, what if I didn't catch it. Ultimately, the max number on the track ended up being a mere 1993 meters.

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