[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/Regendorf_zpsktrhtlu0.jpg[/img] Regendorf[/h1]
[h2]Frid Adalwolf[/h2]
[center][h3]Saturday 4th of May[/h3][/center]
Frid was lightly snoring away in his seat, at the back of the bus. He needed the rest, after all yesterday he put an end to his life in the States. Or at least had put it on hold for a long period of time. He woke to the screeching breaks of the buss and by the time he managed to come to his senses he was about to get put back to sleep. The backrest of the seat in front of him made direct contact with his head...

[i]Before him stood his mother doubled over in crying, beside her, his father attempted to console the woman. This was out of their control now, Frid had chosen his way. He had even established his route, well the route was something all three of them established hypothetically. But both his parents underestimated Frid's thickheaded resolution. Frid tried to reach for his mother, but she seemed to pull back drifting farther. His father attempted to give his son a disapproving look, but in his eyes one could read only proudness. He was proud of Frid and of his choice to stick with the mountains. After all paralysis was one of the most memorable gifts a mountain can bestow upon those that try to climb it. And it had been very giving towards his father.[/i]

Come on mom, I know what I'm doing, I ain't my father...​

"I AIN'T MY FATHER!!" He found himself screaming. He was already pulled out of the bus and lied on a stretcher, and his backpack set next to him. He felt his head, the doctors had bandaged it, but it didn't seem to be actually split, as the pain suggested. A doctor noticed he was awake and came to check on him. After the usual checkups for a head injury, the doctor asked a few questions to check his memory. He could answer perfectly to every thing, but when the doctor asked about any family Frid became reluctant. He told the the doctor that his mother had a heart condition and that he would announce them himself.

As there was no open injury h one thing to take a showerWith a sigh of relief Frid jumped into the first cab and asked the driver to take him to the closest pharmacy. The cab driver grumbled initially at the meager fare, but he calmed down fast enough when he was told that he was also hired for a ride up to Park Minnewaska. In the few minutes it took him to arrive at the pharmacy he explained to that driver the buss accident, or better said what he remembered of it. The cab pulled over and the man motioned towards the pharmacy. Feeling his head throbbing he understood that his pain wouldn't subside by the night. So he bought some sleeping pills along with the prescription he got from the doc. With his meds bought he made his back to the cab, took a painkiller and leaned his he'd on the window a few moments later he fell asleep.

The driver struggled to wake him up they had already arrived some minutes ago. Also it was getting late and the man hoped to reach home by midnight. Frid reluctantly woke up took his wallet out, paid the man and got out. Seeing that the pain hadn't stopped, he decided against pitching up his tent today. He walked to the inn that greeted the park visitors with friendly prices for the night.

Fatigued both by the road and the accident he quickly drew into his rented room. With a flick of his wrist he locked the door and dropped his backpack on the floor. Wanting to take a shower he took his clothes off as he walked towards the bathroom.

A few minutes later he strode out drying himself with the towel provided by the inn, took both the sleeping pill and pain medication and went to sleep.

[center][h3]Sunday 5th of May[/h3][/center]​

Around noon he woke up feeling even more tired than last night. His muscles hurt with a dull pain, he had all but forgotten. The sweet pain of overworking one's body, no...this was different, it was simpler more basic. The foolishness of sleeping in the nude...he groaned reaching for the blankets, trying to make himself warmer. Trying to sleep it off...

Some time later someone started rapping on the door, hoping the man would give up he turned on the other stuff side. Not giving up the man knocking on the door started yelling Frid's name. Telling him to either vacate the room or pay up, otherwise the police would be called. Reluctantly Frid got up looking for his pants, pulling his wallet from them he pushed a bill under the door. Before heading back to his bed he warned the manager "Don't dare bother me until tomorrow..."

[center][h3]Monday 6th of May[/h3][/center] ​

Waking before noon with a growling stomach Frid realized he was finally better. Got dressed in a hurry with the same clothes he had worn on Saturday and went down to the inn's dinner, catching a late breakfast. Checking out after that, he turned towards the trail he usually took with his family, all those years back. It led to a small clearing, large enough for a tent and a fire. Not surprising the rocks that they last used were not there anymore. They hadn't been here ever since his father had his accident, well they hadn't had any other outings either for that matter.

Setting up camp took priority seeing that the sun had already long passed it's zenith. Putting up the tent, searching for fire wood and rocks to contain the fire, took him the better part of the remaining daylight. With the fire set up and an early dinner cooked he managed to hit the sac early. Tomorrow he aimed to start his training camp. There were only 6 days left until his plane to the UK left.