The Catskills Mountains Take All Skills to Climb Them

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two adventure teams, one goal, no time.

Submitted: August 17, 2014

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The Catskills Mountains Take All Skills to Climb Them

 

One day in the early nineties there was a group of adventurers who called themselves the Lords of Travel, that group consisted of Peter, Nancy, Jaborwa, and Luke. All which had their specific area of expertise, for example Peter was their leader, Nancy was the medical expert, Jaborwa’s expertise was his ability to navigate, and Luke was the equipment specialist of the group. Anyways the group received a strange letter one day in their castle in North Dakota that read;

 

Dear Lords of Travel,

 

We challenge you to a race in climbing the Catskill’s Mountains. The winner gets dinner paid for by the losing team.

 

Best wishes,

 

Sunnyside Travel Team

 

“I can’t believe they are trying this again.” Peter said to his team after reading the letter out loud. “Guess ole’ Dennis is at it again.” Luke replied in his deep southern accent. Peter thought for a minute then said, “I don’t think it was him who wrote this one because it has the official Sunnyside Travel Team watermark logo on it, so I think it is legit.” For the past seven months a twelve year old kid from Dallas, named Dennis, kept sending the Lords of Travel challenging letters, claiming to be several different traveling adventure teams. All members of the Lords of Travel looked at each other with surprised looks on their faces because it had been five years since anyone had heard from their group after their last adventure to touch the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. “Do ya’ll think it might be their boss Freddy Wifflestein trying to stir himself up some trouble?” Luke asked. Completely ignoring his question Peter said, “Wait there is a phone number on the back of the letter, let me call and put an end to our speculations.” As Peter was punching in the numbers on his cell phone Jaborwa interrupted with, “What if this is a trap?” Peter stopped looked at him for a second then punched in the last number. One ring and the phone was answered. “Hello?” said the voice that sounded like it was being awoken from a slumber. “We just got your letter.” Peter replied. “Mom?” the voice on the other end asked. “No this is not her, but it is the Lords of Travel and we accept your Catskills Mountain Challenge.” Peter said sounding frustrated. Their was silence on the other end until a familiar yet dastardly voice said, “Glad you got our letter we are already in New York, the challenge is set for tomorrow at noon. Either be there or we will consider that a forfeit and you will be paying for our dinners.”

Before Peter could answer he heard a click as the phone conversation had ended. “We must prepare immediately for this challenge team.” Peter said in a serious tone. “Jaborwa call our travel agent and book us flights to New York, Nancy gather up our medical gear we will need, I will pack everything else, and Luke you continue to sit on the couch and watch the rodeo.” As the Lords of Travel all scrambled to get their assignments done Luke yelled out, “YEEHAW!” at the top of his lungs and threw his cowboy hat into the air hitting the fan which consequently fell out of the ceiling and through the glass table in front of the couch. “That’s Luke for ya” commented Nancy.

Several hours later the Lords of Travel arrived at the foot of the Catskills Mountains to be greeted by the Sunnyside Travel Team who was busy unpacking their climbing gear. Peter asked his team, “Anyone see the official Travel Team Officials?” (Every time two traveling teams faced off against one another, there had to be official officials because all of the teams did not trust one another not to cheat.) “No, no I don’t” Nancy replied. Suddenly twelve loud sonic booms were heard by both teams signaling the entrance of the official Travel Team Officials. “I’ll never get used to that sound no matter how many times I hear it.” Walter, captain of the Sunnyside Travel Team, whispered quietly to his teammates for fear of the Lords of Travel hearing him and thinking less of him. Just then the officials were seen dancing their way to the challenge site; there were three of them doing assorted dances from the past three decades. They were dressed in their official’s uniform which consisted of loose fitting black baggy pants and a tight white t-shirt with the letters TT in the upper left hand corner.

The competition was ready to finally begin as both team captains: Peter and Walter finished drinking their ceremonial two liter bottles of water. Sunnyside’s manager Freddy Wifflestein shouted words of encouragement, “Come on boys! You can win put your minds to it!” All four members of each team were strapped into their harnesses, and the competition of climbing started once the head official shot the official revolver six times in the air, reloaded and shot it six more times in the air, on the last shot hitting a dove and killing it instantly. All eight participants began climbing the mountains. Sixteen minutes into the climbing it began to rain making this competition much harder than either team anticipated, the officials were actually discussing whether or not they should postpone the climbing, but instead they decided to make it harder by also making the team that reached the top slay the fire-breathing dragon that lives on the top of the Catskills Mountains. Their reason for the slaying being that the dragon owed several years of back taxes to the federal government and a bounty would be rewarded to them. Freddy Wifflestein was furious. The officials got into contact with both teams. Upon hearing the news Peter immediately took control, “Situations changed.” He said firmly. “Nancy I’ll take point the rest of you follow behind me.” Walter said to his team calmly, “This does not change a thing we will continue at our slow but steady pace and beat the overly confident Lords of Travel.” Unfortunately for them it did not work as the faster moving Lords of Travel reached the top of the mountains first. Now came the hard part for Peter’s team, as they reached the top they saw a cave that had an entrance about forty feet high. “Nancy go hide behind that rock.” Their fearless leader Peter said. Suddenly a thirty foot blue dragon walked out of the cave and said, “Hey guys what’s up? My name is Eddie.” In a thick Brooklyn accent and fire coming out of his mouth at the end of the sentence. “Well to be honest we are here to slay you.” Peter said not sounding too sure of himself. “Ha! Ha! Ha!” the dragon replied, “No one in seventy years…” just then the Sunnyside Travel Team climbed onto the top of the mountain. All four ran at the dragon with clinched fists of rage. Just as they were doing this Eddie the Dragon spun around to see what the commotion was only to knock the entire Sunnyside Travel Team off of the Catskills Mountain, except for their leader Walter as he was the only one to jump out of the way of the dragon’s tail. “Blast!” was all Walter could yell as he watched his teammates fall off the mountain top only to be saved by their harnesses.

“Jaborwa go check to see if they are okay.” Peter commaned. Jaborwa nodded and began down the mountainside. “We need to stop this overgrown Alabama Lizard!” Luke yelled to his captain. He then jumped onto the dragon’s tail and it thrashed him about a bit until he was able to lasso the dragon’s legs together tripping it up onto the ground. Walter and Peter both ran to either side of the fallen dragon’s massive head and said to each other, “on the count of three!” they both counted of out loud and they both simultaneously flicked the back of the dragon’s ears thus killing it. “Nancy it’s safe to come out now, we have slayed the beast!” Peter yelled cheerfully. Nancy left from behind the rock and stood next to the other three when they heard the noise of helicopter blades spinning as the three official Travel Team Officials were visible inside of the helicopter. They landed twenty feet away from the Travelers and the head official announced that the four standing on top of the mountain were the winners: Peter, Nancy, Luke, and Walter. “But we aren’t on the same team.” Peter stated. “As per official Travel Team rule six dash four one zero eight: if four Travelers complete a task they must compete at least once as a team.” As the official finished explaining the rule Jaborwa and the rest of Walter’s crew reached the top of the mountain. “But what about Jaborwa?” Jaborwa asked. “Well, I, umm… don’t…” was all Peter could manage before an uncomfortable silence filled the air.

 

The moral of this tale is: If you are on a great adventure make sure you are in the right place to get credit for it.


© Copyright 2020 Brian A Garber. All rights reserved.

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