Yesterday I watched a documentary about free solo climbing which is when someone takes like 5 shots of tequila, gets on a unicycle with a few bowling pins and juggles their way up a 90 degree angled smooth slab of granite that someone has taken a fireman’s hose and a sander to. I am over the absence of athleticism in my life and no longer get angry watching football or basketball thinking “that could have been me! Climbing is something I felt was attainable until last night. As I went up to bed afterwards I was HEAVILY dependent on the handrail and making very labored progress up the stairs.
A journal entry from inept explorer, Don T. Dye:
Day 11 on The Stairwell and my coffee has worn off and my electricity bill is due next week so I have to move quickly if I want to make it to The Slumber Rock in time
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