I'll sleep when I'm dead.
Jack of all trades, master of none. That’s me. The dilettante in me has been capriciously hop-skotching through so many activities this past two years (with my motorcycle as the only constant) that I had barely even noticed my rock … Continued
You know you’ve had a good day of climbing when your iPhone can’t recognize your fingerprint; you have managed to mangle your digits beyond readability. Or maybe that happens to me because I am not climbing often enough… When you … Continued