It’s such a treat to wake up with the sun slowly nudging my eyes open. Part of me wants to sink back into the bliss of delicious sleepingbag slumber, but another part is alert and curious about what might already be happening in the world.

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep. 
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.

Cowell has been treating us well. We’ve made some awesome new friends, one of whom synchronistically crossed my path for one day, maybe 10 year ago. Two dogs and an ingenius five-year-old boy keep things interesting. Plans flip-flop as the weather vacillates and we become fixated or repulsed by certain climbs. I’ve been tangoing with Campus Card II, a stout v7 under Fred’s Cave. Three weeks ago, I couldn’t do the first move. Three days ago, it was somehow easy, and I glided up the rock casually until I fumbled and hit the wrong hold (the one that wasn’t a jug) one move from the end. Since then, it’s all downhill. The start foot has somehow gotten even wetter, and has gone from moist to dripping. Today, I couldn’t even get off the ground. An adorable brown slug oozed past my face as I scowled and tried to hone micro-beta to no avail.

There is something so cruelly tantalizing about a problem that lures you in with false confidence and then shatters all your dreams by punting you off the last few moves. Drexel had a similar experience with Off the Rails (v10) yesterday, punting right before the mantel, three times in a row. Logically, there is no reason why you can’t do the moves. You’re capable of it, and you know it. And yet, it doesn’t happen. So what can you do? Try harder? And if that doesn’t work? Pet a pony.

♥ My little pony at Horseshoe Canyon Ranch ♥

In other good news: we finally swung by the Jasper post office and were overjoyed to find both our package of Giddy (an amazing skin care product ideal for healing climber splits, flappers and overall beat-up skin) as well as a scrumptious care package. It will be quite a challenge to resist eating cookies for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Getting Giddy!
Num nums!

p.s. I did some research, in case anyone was interested, in the difference between a pony and a miniature horse. I think most will agree, the stouter, tubbier ponies are much more charismatic. But don’t take my word for it. See for yourself.

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