This is an excerpt from my personal handwritten journal.
‘June 26th 2013,
I am currently in the beautiful country of Jamaica; The Land of Wood and Water. I arrived here on June 24th and these past few days have been a wonderous adventure.
A river meets the ocean with a splendiforous waterfall that towers 960 feet and streches nearly a half mile. I had the glorious experience of climbing this beautiful landscape earlier today. Never have I felt something as exilerating as the water blinding climb. Sight and hearing are removed from the equation as the deafening water assults the eyes. The only sense that matters is touch. The slippery algae covered rock beneath the feet, or the stream of water bounding across the chest, persistent in its attempt to carry you downstream to the raging ocean below The occasional tropic air graces the nostrils, if not submerged by the relentless waves. Fresh water fills the mouth, a pleasant refresher from the saltwater below. For forty-five minutes I climbed this magestic wonder. I will remember that quarter of an hour forever. Unless I get dementia or something when I’m eighty. Although, I think that expereience has rooted its way into my genetic code. Perhaps my offspring with have the inherent ability to traverse a waterfall. There was an easier route to climb but I hope my child has the ability and courage to climb upon the other side. Not in a sense of manhood or machoness but as an expereience. One that is too grand to settle for mediocrity, where the reward truly was that much sweeter. ‘