Boyce looked down over the edge and he felt a chill go through him.
"If I wasn't so tired, " he said. "I think that I'd get sick."
Out of breath, Lloyd laughed and looked down himself.
"You never … you never get used to it, Boyce." He lay flat on his back and saw how far they still had to go. "We can't rest here for too much longer or we'll lose the strength to finish the rest of the way!"
He lifted his arm towards the summit and let it drop down again.
"I would rather have gone by caravan." Boyce sighed.
Exhausted, Lloyd grinned and slowly rose to his feet. He helped Boyce up onto his and they put their packs back on and started up the cliff-face, gain.
As it was Lloyd's experience in climbing a few times before, the second-half of the climb was a little easier for him.
Boyce had also found the next part easier to scale, losing his hold only briefly, near the top.
The skies were beginning to take on a purple-orange colour as the sun fell behind the clouds far on the western horizon.