Our ladder of rough-cut 2 x 4s stretches up the side
          of the mountain, then rises into a gray
cloud. Everything’s damp. One of the other guys says
          This is dangerous work. Don’t slip. We drag up
more 12 footers and spike them into place to extend
          the ladder. We know that skycoin is a worthy
project, the future of blockchain infrastructure. We spike
          each extension onto the lower members, then nail
rungs securely into place. Water droplets flash in the gray
          air. We hoist up more 2 x 4s and a bucket of 16d
spikes. Far below, the base vanishes into a cloud. We’re
          exhausted, but we extend the ladder straight up
and climb higher. We’ll stake a claim when we reach pay
          dirt. I feel like Jack on his beanstalk aiming for
a grand prize through all this stratus puffery. And once
          we’ve achieved redundancy, we know miningsky
will power us up to 4200W. I wear a miner’s helmet and
          carry a pick—just to look the part. The lamp is
useless, but a bag with a drawstring is essential because
          cryptocurrency is elusive stuff and can slither
out the tiniest crack. If we locate a cache, we’ll keep
          it to ourselves—it could cause a riot down below.
And one more thing: valuations are based on the booking
          price of the virtual cryptocurrency value at the time
of the mining. You can go to bluesky for an update.
          Skyminer’s also useful. We’re now nailing on
2 x 3s to make the ladder a bit lighter as we approach
          three thousand feet and enter a tower of cumulo-
nimbus. I’ll end with an expedient proverb:
          If the apple hangs on a withering bough,
          maraschino cherries will dance in the snow.