Conquering the Boot Mountain

I bolted away from the living room rug straight for the front entryway! Stood right beside the door was a colossal brown leather hiking boot, towering like a rugged mountain peak. I leaped onto the thick rubber tread, dug my fingers into the heavy cross-laced cords, and began hauling myself upward rung by rung. One lace swung loose, making me sway over the empty floor, but I clamped both feet onto a metal eyelet and didn't slip! Pulling myself over the padded leather collar, I planted both boots right on top of the tongue and threw my fists into the morning air. High ground conquered, believe it!