So I went climbing recently, mostly by accident. The plan was to simply photograph a few friends on their climb. I had absolutely no intention of climbing, as I have what I'm told is a fear of falling. One minute I'm happily snapping away, and the next I'm climbing for my life up Mt. Everest. Ok, so it's not even remotely that bad, but I was still nervous, sweaty palms and all. But much to my amazement, I made it up without falling to my doom. Am I glad I did it? Yes. Will I do it again? No. I was granted this one reprieve, I'm not gonna push it!
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