The boys toughed through the snowy field, boarding all over and leaving their trails in the powdery scenery. With the skies clear and the winds still, they felt the thrill and rush of snowboarding across the arctic shelf.
However, they wanted an even bigger thrill, something that would surely put their names down in history as some of the biggest daredevils to have ever lived.
When they reached the bottom of the latest mountain they’ve conquered, they found a giant crack in the ground.
Donny and Rafael’s snow boots crunched in the snow with every step as they traveled back up the mountain side. They could see the small trails of their snowboards from when they went down just a few minutes ago.
Donny’s eyes followed the tracks, noticing how they ended just a few feet away from the crevasse back at the bottom. “You’re not going to make the jump, Ralf.”
Rafael gave an exaggerated laugh, feeling cocky at Donny’s doubt, “Sounds like somebody’s too afraid to pay up.”
“I’m just afraid of having to drag your dead body out of a ditch.”