Moses and I found our eyelids falling from preparation for our Greek Mid-term on Monday when the phone rang. It was John, a new father, also in our Greek class. He had been out of school all last week with sickness running wild through his apartment.
"What about a climb to the top of the tower?" he asked. We'd been thinking and talking about it for weeks and now appeared to be the perfect day. The old water tower sits on a sunny side on the north side of campus. It's not used anymore but still has a safe ladder and nice ramp around the top that would be great for picturing taking. It took Moses and I less than 5 minutes to grab cameras, shoes, and coats while waiting for John to arrive. As we made our way through the woods and across the graveyard to our destination the I noticed that it didn't look so high from the bottom.
"Just don't look down when you're climbing," John mentioned as he made his way up the ladder. Moses followed and I waited till they had both reached the top...just for safety purposes... It was beautiful from way up there. I'm not sure of the actual height, but our guesses were somewhere between 60 - 1000 feet. We did make it back safe and sound returning each and every one to more Greek study. On the way home no one mentioned the obvious..."I wonder if there is a rule about climbing this thing...we didn't see anything posted." I'm sure time will only tell...Now for some more Greek.
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