As some friends know, I recently turned 50 a couple of weeks ago. Well, can't say I'm too happy about it, but it's okay. One of my climbing heroes, Stevie Haston, wrote this on his blog and being that I'm not as skilled with written, or especially verbal communication, I'll just borrow it:
"When you hit my advanced years you can become a bit grumpy, when you are just intelligent enough to know that the world is fucked, but too stupid and powerless to help, you can get a bit sad, if you dwell on those things beware, its time to discover a cliff and get overhung, it’s the cure, its Paradise, its Odins Hall.
I used to take chances, sometimes big ones, and on the last climbing trip I did a bit of that, and it was very good, hanging off your finger tips, just friction between you and your life blipping out. It was nice. Life is not sacred, it’s the way that you live life that can be sacred."
