...on Angel's Landing.
Proof that I had no business on that climb:
This morning I tripped over a small stool in the dark.
And I fell...all the way to the floor.
Now I have a nice bruised rib, hand and forearm...and I think my toe isn't working quite right.
Think of what could have happened if I tripped over a rock...on Angel's Landing.
And fell all the way... to the floor.
A 1200 foot fall.
I'm still having night terrors.
I think I will go fix them by taking a truffle making class with G-ma.
I can hear the heavenly choir of angels singing now.