Don Bacho & Bedina Daagdo ... Site

Halfway down, the path turned into a sharp, muddy ledge. Bacho, sweating and puffing, shouted back, "Bedina! Is it steady? Don't let it slip!"

Bedina walked over, wiped purple juice from his lip, and pointed down at the river. "Look on the bright side, Bacho. You wanted it in the valley. It’s in the valley. And we didn’t even have to walk the rest of the way."

Bedina looked at the tumbling wooden mountain, looked at his blackberries, and then looked at the steep 200-foot drop to the river below. He calmly stepped aside. "Bacho!" Bedina yelled. (Drop it/Let it go!)