Today, I am thankful for a Sunday climbing adventure.
Our very good friend, Mark, joins us at Red Rock Canyon for a Sunday climbing adventure. We've missed his company. He's been so busy that he hasn't climbed for several weeks ago. Actually, he last climbed right here, with us.
Mark, an experienced and elegant climber, jokes that S and I will out-climb him because he is so out of shape. I disagree. We're tired (but not sore) from yesterday's intense bouldering session - that should level the playing field.
In my opinion, Mark always climbs well. He ascends the rock with ease and grace, rarely making an awkward or bad move. To mitigate his poorer fitness, he simply completes fewer routes. Anyway, we're not competing against each other. We're here to climb for climbing's sake.
By the way, high-spirited T can't wait to begin the hike. His excitement surges as he watches a group of six horseback riders head up the main trail to the canyon. The horses leave, for his examination, a bounty of fresh road apple souvenirs. We call T's reaction, "horse-rage" (a state similar to his "bambi-rage," "squirrel-rage" and "bunny-rage" - you get the picture). Good thing he's on a leash or tether at all times.
For this blessing, I am grateful.