Whenever I'm about to embark on a rock climbing adventure, the self-talk begins:
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to make it up the dang wall.
I'm probably also chitchatting with myself because of the waiver which, in part, reads:
I acknowledge the inherent extreme risks in rock climbing activities...
Last night, I was looking on the web for information about the ATC device because, all of a sudden, I couldn't remember which side feeds the climber.

Thanks to
Outdoor Action, I didn't have to wonder too long about my little dilemma.
Mission and risk in mind, I rolled out of bed to be at
Upper Limits by 10 a.m. because that's when the doors open and the joint is usually jumping.
It's always such a diverse crowd at UL, including a baby who was tethered to a floor anchor. That baby is the calmest one in the universe. There were also several dads exhibiting the patience of Job while belaying for their daughters. I love to see fathers hanging out with their girls.
One father told his apprehensive daughter to, basically,
feal the fear and do it anyway.
Daddy's got you, he said.
While waiting on a route (because it was crowded), I witnessed a climber who looked as if he was doing yoga and, then, ballet on the wall. It was an exquisite ascent.
I was about to belay and forgot to secure the ATC in the carabiner and I was about to feel bad but, before I could, Patti said
that's why we do safety checks.
After we had exhausted ourselves and there is a point when you simply cannot ascend the wall anymore, Patti asked Jeremy and me if we wanted to go out to lunch. Since it was 1 p.m., it was definitely time for lunch but the mention of eating out causes me to fret. Patti suggested Crazy Bowls and Wraps and I didn't think that their fare would do much harm.
I ate half of my Caesar Chicken Wrap without even looking at the nutrition information. I'm glad that I only ate half of the sandwich because a whole one sets you back
720 calories.

It must be the brown rice, right? I was happy to see that Crazy Bowls has baked falafel. Holler! Looking at the calorie count, I should have gotten the falafel but I didn't spot it until I had already ordered.