(Don't answer that.) In our continued quest for fun and adventure, my friend Nikki and I went indoor rock climbing. The climbing place was airport hangar-y and filled with climbing walls. Classic rock played loudly and as we got ready we heard both Stairway to Heaven and Freebird so that seemed like a good omen. We put on our borrowed climbing shoes and our instructor, Kevin strapped us into our harnesses. And then? We climbed up the walls. Straight up. Just when we thought we couldn't make it to the top, Kevin would talk us into going up farther than we knew we could.
We climbed for an hour and then we climbed a wall blindfolded. You heard me. Climbing was all-consuming, no way could I think of anything but where to put my foot next. It was more aerobic than I had anticipated: I was out of breath each time I got to the top of a wall. I worked up a sweat. Nikki and I were both sore all over before we even finished.
And it was fun, you guys. Mission accomplished.
We're trying to figure out what's next. Any ideas?