A climber from my neighborhood died last week from a climbing
accident, more specifically a rappelling accident.
As far as I know, he's the only person I've climbed with to
have died from the sport. I last saw him on February 16.
I went climbing today, the first time since he died. I've been
at this long enough to be aware of the dangers involved but I felt
particularly aware of them today. It didn't make it harder to
climb but it made things seem especially real.
Last year my doctor told me he quit flying airplanes. He had
flown for over 1000 hours without an accident and stopping would
allow that good safety record to stand. I'm not quite ready
to stop climbing--I'm younger than my doctor.
The combination of last month's snow and last night's rain
has rearranged some stuff here.
I'll need to get this tank moved somewhere else on my lot.
Before the propane company can come up to do that,
I'll have to fill in some mondo ruts in my driveway.
Rain is expected to continue through the rest of today. Fun times.