I would so like to go back there – some day, when the sun is warm and low on the horizon, the rock is red, movement is fluid and the mind focused.
Seemed I lived there at one time in my life.
For one year, Think I spent 45 out of 52 weekends camped up there – climbing, discovering life.
What I learned, did, discovered – who I met, set me on the path that has led me to this exact moment in time.
