Learning to Fall (and Other Cliched Crap)
The sunlight dappled through the beech trees as I twisted my foot back and forth on the rock ledge, inching my toes slowly to the right, closer to the chained anchors at the top of the climb. The humidity of June was heavy that day at Rumney Rocks, and my already sweaty hands struggled to … More Learning to Fall (and Other Cliched Crap)