Rope Baby :: I know, I know, I know. The last thing I wrote was about a tent and now I’m writing about a climbing rope. I might as well succumb to a destiny of living in this state for the rest of my life.

But, people! I own my very own climbing rope and I went climbing outside this weekend – just me and my brother and my brand new rope baby.

We didn’t die. We did climb and climb. And also drove and drove. To both Cashmere and Vantage.

This new hobby has been like 6 years in the making for me. I can’t believe I own all the things and have all the skills to go outside by myself and not die. Ahhhhh, let me tell you – there is something about it, climbing that is, that makes me feel so very alive and smart and capable. Maybe I should feel those things all the time as they are probably true of me most of the time, but I guess if it take scaling rocks while hanging from little rope baby (and reminding my brother to pay attention to me!) to help me learn that they are deeply true than that’s okay for now.

Until I really believe them…or fall off a rock.