Belaying for Johnny

Last one of the day for John.

Belay Man

Concentrating on keeping me on the wall.

I never did get that picture, but if I ever do it will go right here.

 

 The Monday before my birthday, a storm threatened to keep us in from our after-EXCEL picnic, which would mean staying inside the building and, of course, no running around barefoot, kicking a soccer ball, and playing frisbee.  Happily for me, the rain held off long enough for us to be already in the vans driving out to the lake.  We ate and played with the soccer ball under a covered picnic area until there was a break in the rain when I could convince everyone to come out and play frisbee.  People are so funny.  They won't come out to play in the rain, but once they're started...ch...what's a little rain?  The game is ON.  We ran, slid, slipped, churned up the field, and made a mess to remember our time by.  The only way it could have been better is if we had been in Oregon...and if I had been wearing pants.

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Real gold fears no fire.