The walls have been closing in on me as of late. So many demands. So much to learn. So much to do.
And I need the Internet for all of it. Every last stinkin’ piece.
Now imagine my horror, frustration, denial and, finally, white-hot rage as I awoke in Vegas at 5:30 a.m. on Friday to start my east coast work day on west coast time, only to learn that I had no phone and no Internet.
Uh-huh. That happened.
The only thing that prevented me from doing much bodily harm to every single person I dealt with at Cox Cable for TWELVE HOURS on Friday was the mountains. My mountains. All around me. Calling to me. Calming me.
Trust that I will deliver a rant. In fact, I will deliver the rant to end all rants, but not today. Today the mountains are calling, as they call to me each afternoon.
This was my view Saturday from the summit of the Sandstone Quarry to Calico Tanks trail at Red Rock Canyon:
Getting here is not easy. After all, there is that whole Death Ledge you are forced to deal with. But it’s so worth it.
No picture-taking during Sunday’s hike, but I corrected my bad form yesterday.
Look at this awesomeness I stumbled upon:
So flippin’ cool that it motivated me to strike a pose as I made my way through some scrambles:
Notice how zen I am. No punches being thrown. No kicks being kicked. No profanities being screamed.
Keep moving friends, especially if that movement brings you to the mountains.