044- Country of the Blind -Paul Frees William Conrad

Bed up with the everyday grind. Tired out from the summer heat. Want to get away from it all? We offer you escape. Escape designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure.

You are trapped in a remote valley in the Andes, walled in by sheer rock precipices and surrounding you, closing in on you. is a band of blind men who want your eyes. The ago, my chief sport was mountain climbing. My last climb was an attempt to scale the remote

and forbidding peak of Periscorda Petal, a 20,000 foot crag, unconkered by man. It is unconkered still. Three thousand feet from the icy summit, we turned back and fled for our lives. All of us escaped, except one, a guide named Nunez, who slipped over the frightful precipice and disappeared in the vast chasm, yawning 10,000 feet beneath us.

The horror that men's fall has terrorized my dreams for a year. Because of it, I've forsaken Martin climbing for the rest of my life, and that decision still stands, even though today I have seen Nunez.

He was sitting on the steps at my shack when I arrived at the mine this morning. At first I didn't recognize me with so much changed. I thought he was some weird ragged beggar It is that you, senor, rebar? My name is Ybarra. Yes. What do you want? You do not know me senor

No Well, you look like a man. I knew once but he he's he is dead Dead on the slopes of periscota pedal no, yes Or not couldn't be no, yes, that is my name senor Or at least that is the name I remember.