So there I was in the shower one day thinking about how I was fooled in to using a very feminine-smelling soap. There once was a time that it never would have bothered me. Yeah; I used to be that way but I'm married now...
True story. Well, mostly. There was a certain summer that found five or six of us confined to a tent for nearly a week. When the monsoon finally moved out of the area, so did we!
The true story (or rather part of the the true story) of Mike Dobry's untimely cerebral impalement at Devil's Tower during the days of the Comet, March 1997. He survived and moved to Utah. That's right, he didn't have enough drain bamage to stay in Wyoming!!
When the frost hits the ground in Wyoming, it doesn't matter whether or not you've been thinking ahead around my house. Go ahead and get ready. But there are a few things you've got to do first to earn the privilege to suffer your own vices...
This is about the Spring of '97. I started a landscaping job in the backyard and pretty much lost focus of climbing for three or four months, until one day when I was helping my wife plant some trees. You know the saying "If you're falling, dive?"