When my brother,19, offered to take me rock climbing out at Ortega Falls I was thrilled to go. We left our Dana Point house at about 10:00 in the morning, and started down the Ortega Highway. On the way out we were following a cement truck along the twisting, turning road. Suddenly my brother cursed under his breath. I looked at him surprisingly and asked "What's wrong?" He started to laugh and slowly took his foot off the accelerator, and rhetorically said "We're following that cement truck, right?" I nodded. "Well he's going 85 down this road." Luckily we were only about a mile from the turn off so we slowed down to 75 miles an hour. When we pulled off the side of the road we were both surprised to find that there were no other cars parked there. Normally this turn off was packed with cars with people climbing the Falls. Although we were both happy that there was no one else around to interfere, there was a lingering feeling of dread, that if something went wrong there would!
n't be anybody else around to help out. We both got out of the car and decided to go on down against our better judgement. The trail down was a steep runoff ditch about two feet wide surrounded with scrub brush. While on the way down I was thinking both ab
en suddenly felt a single hand grab my wrist. I grabbed back so we both locked wrists with me dangl3ing 30 feet off the ground. I started searching for a hold for my foot when my brother yelled "Find a damn hold Josh!" I felt my foot catch a crack and crammed my foot into it. I then placed my free hand on the wall and pulled myself up with our wrists locked tight. When I was up he pulled me to my feet. He stood up and put his hands on my shoulders and in a low voice said "You OK?" This was the first time either of us had fallen off the face since we started climbing. I looked at his eyes and they were looking into my eyes with a wild grin to them. It must have been the adrenaline pumping, I probably looked the same. "Yeah... I think so." On the way back up the hill my brother decided to follow another trail/ About half way up the hill we both realized we were lost, but luckily we could hear traffic in the distance. We both sat down to rest from the steep grade. I was looking at !
the ground beneath my feet, when it started blur suddenly. I started crying with out wanting to, so I tried to stop so my brother wouldn't see me crying. That only made it worse though. I guess it was delayed shock, that had finally hit me. So my brother wouldn't see, I just got up and started to walk, while I composed my
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