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!

