The Injury.

How old is my youth?  I'm cautiously nursing the notion of forward motion.  The injury was lying in the tall sword ferns and lep like a lemur; latching leaf like on my leg.  It severed the Plantaris muscle/tendon tucked into it's vestigial complex between the calf muscles of my left leg.  Been some time...  a long time.  Maybe the fristy morning will bring me to the level of a valiant effort.  I stare down the summit of Wilderness Peak from the warm confines of our Issaquahian Alps Chateau and wait to be weary. My legs shan't carry me forth this fine December day.   I shall live to ascend another day it would seem.