So I have six holes in my knees and as I probably shouldn't be using them to push my ever fatter ass up rock faces (yet), that doesn't mean I can't use them to stand at the base of a cliff and take lots of pictures.

It's about time I rediscovered my camera, too.

BTW, this dude here; he just turned 50. That's 13 years that he's been dragging me, often whining, up and down cliffs all over the world. He sent this 12c today, just for giggles. I can only hope to be that strong at 50.

In other, utterly, wholly, ridiculously unrelated news, if you belong to a gang, getting on your hands and knees in a filthy gas station restroom to carve your gang sign into the toilet seat doesn't really compliment you or your gang. Maybe they kicked you a few too many times in the head during that initiation.

And, if that's your plan to dis the other gang by carving their sign into the place where you shit, well, unless you carry one of those cool CIA laser welders from the movies, you still sat on the floor in that Arco to scratch it out, and I'm just guessing that you weren't wearing gloves.