Next month I hope I’ll be flying solo to Colorado to climb some big ass rocks… they’re called 14ers and they’re over 14,000 feet in elevation. PRETTY COOL. There’s a lot of avalanches, lightning storms, lions/tigers/bears(oh my!), and rock slides that all have a likelihood of killing me, and I AM PUMPED. If I die that’s ok because I’ll die an adventurer. and if I live I’ll be a dope adventurer. I think all adventurers are seeking failure, but hopefully I pass this first major test.
Popping the Popkorn Cernel 