The Ghost of Jiantan

It was typhooning ever so slightly, so I went up to the secret bridge. Dozens of people were sitting on the ledge, which was kind of wet anyway, so I dismantled my 47 on the flatground while htey ran around shouting. Later, I found out they were shouting so much because they're a deaf club. RMJ showed up and did some japanese style technical work, first ****** to ***** to ******* to ***** on the platforms, then *** to ***** *** on a short little step. Then IS and a new guy arrived almost at the same time, and the deaf crew left. The nature of the session changed dramatically as the rain started falling harder. I slide some long ** ****** but couldn't roll away from any. As a consumate professional, I always come prepared, and since there isn't a convenient 7 nearby, I brought a cooler with ice and beer. We talked for a few hours, watching the rain, and then found a man wallowing in the mud and rain, like a drunk mix of a dog rolling in filth and an upside down turtle that can't right itself. We walked him to the bridge to get out of hte rain, but he refused to sit or rest and stumbled on down the road into the night. He must have been a ghost, because there is nothing down that path for miles.