tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post3838794304663730310..comments2023-07-15T03:40:49.067-07:00Comments on Murphy's Law: Poetry Month Cont'd.Heidi L. Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8383078019554051390.post-90724913541625048432012-04-18T10:21:41.556-07:002012-04-18T10:21:41.556-07:00I know about climbing and falling and getting back...I know about climbing and falling and getting back up first hand. I did a fair amount of climbing and rappelling when I was young. We'd sometimes flip upside down and run the brake-line through our legs. Spectacular picture but crazy as two loons. We mostly climbed at a place called X Rock, which happened to be maybe 100 yards away from a hospital, so falling was perhaps less of a worry than if we were, say, in Canyonlands (another favorite hangout). <br />I had my fair share of sticky situations. Once while we were in Austria, we were running down a mountain after climbing all day. I hit the talus slopes and accelerated into a full on rock avalanche. It sure made my run faster. Unfortunately, when I hit bare spots I fell to my knees, making it difficult to climb the next few days as my knees were sore and swollen. It was breathtakingly stupid and fun, though.Heidi L. Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16451784994050488061noreply@blogger.com