Years later, Aron stood on the summit of a 14,000-foot peak in Colorado. He looked down at his prosthetic right arm—a sleek carbon-fiber hook with a laser-engraved pattern of the Blue John Canyon. He felt no anger toward the boulder. He felt gratitude.
He hallucinated. He saw a future son with auburn hair running toward him. He saw a flash flood roaring down the narrows, ending his suffering. But the rain never came. aron sport
Then, nothing.