scree-ch
so i was hiking up a trail alone. coming down was a japanese man woman and child. they were in the middle of field of scree. he looks at me, holds up a finger, and says in broken english: one at a time. he turned his attention to the princess. yar. like i'm gonna wait for this. it's not a huge sluice of tumbled rocks. the smallest ones in yosemite are bigger. but it's plenty wide for a few freight trains to pass by without having to exchange mail bags. so i cut across and up and past them. mom hisses at me. i spared a glance. this is my element. not yours. i make the rules. you learn em.