"History, I'm afraid, has outdone itself this time. It didn't do alone, however. Not by a long shot.
Yes, history can pave the groundwork-- it can reach across the globe and put just the right people together at just the right times in just the right places so that, eventually, a man like Thompson McCallaster is born, but it is then up to him to achieve the impossible and fulfill his destiny. Yes, history can make Thompson McCallaster, but only Thompson McCallaster can make history.
And I am Thompson McCallaster.
Against all odds, hope, and my wife's wishes, I have scaled Mount Schmitty, the largest and most dangerous mountain on the continent, all for the Crown. For seventeen long, frigid days I climbed, and although the bitter cold penetrated my very bones, it was no match for the warmth in my heart. I did lose both my pinkies, however.
Nobody asked me to erect the flag of the Royal Crown on the peak of a treacherous mountain, but that didn't stop me from saying 'yes'. Perhaps someday somebody else will make the trip to the summit and see what a fine job I've done placing the flag. I shall carve 'Thompson McCallaster was here' into the rock so that they will know it was me. Maybe then I'll get a medal or some such nicety.
The day will soon end, and I have yet to make my triumphant descent. I must stop writing now and build a fire, for my legs are freakishly spindly and, in the fierce cold of the night, are likely to freeze and snap off."
--Thompson McCallaster, February 6th
Here's a picture of the entire vignette.
A shot of the back.
Special thanks to my brother for taking these great pictures and doing the color effects.