To whatever dad's and mom's may be here. My dad died an ocean away while I was finishing my PhD, he used to take me to science museums and do kits with me. I got to tell him over the phone before he passed, but I'm still so sad. I feel so guilty. Please tell me he'd be proud of me. He was an engineer and a lawyer and worked with the disenfranchised too. I miss him a lot. I haven't been able to feel good about it.
Sitting on hay bales in the summer night watching meteor showers, listening to the crickets and sounds of nature. And so many lightning bugs.
Yea, he died, then a month later my grandma and two uncles died. This year sucked.
Yea, I'm moving out of that one right now and it's paralysis and it sucks.
Mine was last year too, but it's been finally hitting me very hard due to everything else that's going on.
Doing the Lord's work.
Real
Pls do a full set so I can embrace my inner goth teen.
The point is those sentiments you're espousing invite risk. Every action is mitigation, not assumption of safety. I don't climb with people that talk like this for a reason.
Every public crag sign and responsible gym will tell you that climbing is an inherently dangerous sport. We've had people die at the very "safe" gyms here. They make you sign wavers for a reason.
I used to climb low E grades, you can't pay me to squeeze in a cave though. Fuuuuck that.
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Yea, I think this is where I'll be.