[Inline you know where]
Up in the Colorado high country lies a looming beacon of royalty. A
trail so high and so majestic it's name means the royal head. Behold...
Monarch Crest.
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But this Monarchy was angry. Angry at the poor peasants who gathered up
their belongings and headed out to pay homage to the kingdom.
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Reaching the start of the Monarch's castle gates, the clouds grew dark,
moist, and cold. But this wasn't enough to keep the peasants at bay.
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The lowly masses should have headed the warning signs the royal family
laid down. Even trying to obscure their view.
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But no, the deterrent was still not enough. So up the commoners charged.
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The King and Queen tantalized and teased us in their displeasure. They
began throwing rays of hope and visibility.
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And then laughing at the torture that followed.
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Then the Monarchy were threw playing with their puppets. They called in
their army and unleashed the mightiest assault the peasants had ever seen.
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Throwing skin peeling pellets from their skyward catapults, while
continuing the grueling of climbing to the castle center.
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And with a final call their Knights, the Monarchs unleashed everything
they hand with a loud bang and flash of light that sent the peasants
scattering for shelter.
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Cold, wet, weary, and beaten the once loyal subjects climbed with their
last icy gasp. Then they plummeted down a slippery rock step laden path
to their decision point.
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Do they bow their heads in shame, shivering from the cold and fright or
head on to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? The greedy
youngsters continued on while the elders (going almost the same
distance) went back to their huts to rest, eat, drink, and be merry.
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The moral of the thirty mile story...
Don't put your rain jacket on AFTER you are wet and cold. It doesn't help.
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