I went REAL rock climbing today. #25 on my list of Things to Do Before I Die is complete, thank you very much. I also discovered I have the same shoe size as Kyle and bigger thighs. Or as I like to call them, "Childbearing hips." Kinda makes it sound better, right? I thought so.

P.S. I'm bad at rock climbing, regardless of the venue.

We went in Rock Canyon. One of the last times I was there was with Krystin Anderson. We bouldered, which, looking back, was really stupid and I'm surprised I didn't die.

Like I said, stuuuupid. But it was fun, and it made fore some good pictures. And since I didn't bring my camera today — you know, when we had ropes and harnesses and common sense — these will have to do.


  1. I keep finding out, after the fact, of the dangerous adventures you're having. Let's agree that you won't "boulder" again, okay? I hope you had a good time rock climbing. It sounds like you and Kyle kept things safe.

  2. That is freaky. I don't really have anything to say, I am just so excited to be able to comment on people's blogs again! Wahoo!

  3. Mom, that's how it's supposed to be, you finding out after the fact. And no, I won't be bouldering any time soon -- ever.
    And Kelsey, thanks for the comment. What was the problem? Your web browser?