Aching, I slowly plunged one foot in front of another in the snow. Every minute felt like an eternity. The chilly wind howled in my ears and tried to push me back. My steel poles stabilise me as I stumble down the slope.The sun was radiant and glowing on my frigid back. The sky was as blue as a topaz, with small clouds littering the sky. I couldn't wait for the hopefully awesome view from the top. Now I know what it feels like to be a mountain goat.
This is my Sir Edmund Hillary writing. It was fun to write, especially the last part. I hope you like it!
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