My brain cell was fireing today so I thought I should recount a possible first decent befor I shut down.My brother Dan and I decieded to climb to the top of Alpental. It was May and as we passed tower 2 , Edelweiss chair we discovered the wreckage of a recent plane crash.There were still Christmas presents there. I pulled a pair of size 12 wingtips from the wreckage.A voice spoke to me. I threw them in my pack and headed to the summit.Before decending International I knew why I was to recieve these shoes.I popped the heels off both,laced em up and pointed em downhill.Soft corn snow saved my life , What a great ski down.I now know what it feels like to fly on a dead mans wings. X
