TAKE THE SLACK

No turning back now.

His fingers were sore, split and blistered…

But the mountain didn’t care.

The boy had taken to the rock face willingly. He had asked his father to join him on his climb; he told him he was ready. That is why he found himself above him, climbing to the top of the hardest mountain he had ascended so far. This rock face was an initiation, a rite of passage passed from father to son…

With only one outcome possible.