The High Vault

A deep expansion gap between two cracked concrete slabs blocked my path along the walkway. Right beside the edge lay a stiff, clean wooden craft stick. I clamped both hands around the flat wood, planted my boots against the rough pavement, and took a quick measuring glance across the trench. With a sharp shout of '¡Ándale!', I jammed the stick's tip into the mossy seam, kicked off the stone, and vaulted straight over the divide! My boots landed on the opposite slab with a sharp clatter, sticking the landing without a single wobble. Obstacle conquered like a true warrior!