This afternoon, I’ll be trekking down to Shelf Road for a weekend of camping and rock climbing with my bossmen and a few others. This is rather exciting, as I’ve done neither of those activities in yonks. It’s also a bit depressing as I realize just how many yonks it’s been.
Based on the evidence, I haven’t touched a real rock while wearing a climbing harness in this century. In fact I’ve only climbed on the indoor fake stuff the once since I’ve moved to Colorado. Climbing was part of the “why” of moving to Colorado at the time of that decision. Funny how things work out, eh? A large part of it is having people with whom to actually do things. I suppose I didn’t realize how lucky I was to have developed the network of like-minded and tolerable people I had back in Massachusetts. Thanks, gang!
Then there the camping. I unpacked my tent to make sure it hadn’t dissolved completely over the years and found bits of bark and moss from a camping trip I took in New England with Miracle Ed and Hanh something like ten years ago. Good goddamn!
It’s all a bit conflicting, to be honest, because I can’t say I’ve missed it all as much as I would have expected. I’ve found other things to do at times. Mostly I’m just kind of lazy, I think. Or at least I tend to have a lot of inertia when I’m comfortable. That’s a nice way of saying “lazy”…
Also, snakes. 
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Unrelated: Holy crap! I totally watched The Master back in the day!
Meta: I wanted to add my shared items from Google Reader to the new secondary sidebar, but it didn’t work properly. I might keep trying.
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