I've been scanning and posting a few rock climbing pictures from my days in Massachusetts (and a few from here in Colorado). There are some great shots of me and my friends from those days (most notably Miracle Ed and Hanh). Makes me wistful.
And a bit depressed... As Ed put it to me "You should get skinny again. You were pretty."
As of right now, the notions of getting skinny and getting back into climbing are almost a chicken and egg proposition... Nothing to it but to do it, right?
(Did I mention rock climbing is how I seduced my wife? It's somewhat true.)