Eleven days of climbing, swimming, writing, dancing, and laughing: one of the best vacations of my life.
TRAGEDY AVERTED: In Kings Canyon National Park, a recent rockslide transformed my easy class-2 route into a treacherous class-4 climb. Potluck Pass was particularly unsafe. On several occasions, I lowered my pack with rope and free-descended exposed granite faces. I was most terrified when I tumbled off a ledge and broke my trekking pole. In hindsight, this trip was reckless! The route from Dusy Basin to Palisade Lakes is not advisable to people without helmets and training. (Pictured below: the price of bad decision-making).
WONDERFUL PEOPLE: After my dance with danger, I vacated to San Diego. Annie and Erik are generous hosts, and leaving was difficult. I wish I could remain in the fantasyland of beach trips, graduate student parties, and perfect weather. . . but dreams end.
- Annie never fails to make me smile. She has a talent for building empires.
- Erik and his friends are beyond superlatives, but here are a few: gregarious, provocative, and perspicacious.
- I’m not sure which is more awesome: Grant’s endless supply of positive energy, or his coiffed hair.
(Pictured below: My MacBook sports a label for Grant and Erik’s homebrew: Government Standoff Ginger IPA. Photo credit to Erik Pukinskis).