Damn her. Damn her for putting ideas in my head, ideas that had never crossed my mind. I was content to do what I do. …
Category: The Inner Workings
Short, potentially scary, insights as to what goes on in my brain.
As with so many of my vertically inclined endeavors, this one seemed doubtful from the start. It was to be a short afternoon of clipping…
It started the same way and ended the same way. Driving in, the road was still rough. Walking out the beers were still in the…
Doubt, fear’s twin brother, confidently raised it’s beastly head today. It came as I stared upward at the imposing chimneys. It was there again as…
“I can’t get all this stuff into my pack.” Whether the first day, the second, or the day after a ten day re-ration, the comment…
“Wow, that was the best pitch yet” Liz exclaims as she mantles onto to the white, rounded sandstone at the top of a varnished finger…
I don’t claim to know what it is all about. I want to figure it out, but by no means do I have all the…