Stepping out of my tent, taking a sip of fresh mountain air, I greeted the birds and thought, what will we be doing today?
We’ve all heard about the 1 percenters, usually in a less than flattering way. The richest 1% hold 50% of the world’s wealth, and most have no interest in sharing it. Greedy bastards. But let’s be honest, wouldn’t you like to be part of the 1 percent, even for a day? I had that chance, last Monday.
It was as black as sin that night, when I found myself alone, miles from civilization, wondering what happened to my ride home.