Thought this was a funny photo. While skiing down from the cabin on Monday morning, I heard the familiar musical chime of my digital camera turn on from inside the pocket of my shell. While attempting to turn it off with gloved hands, I accidentally shot this experimental nouveau self-portrait:
As you can see, I am sporting the beard. When it reaches the 70s consistently, it will come off. Also I'm about three months overdue for a haircut. I figure I'm a metrosexual way ahead of the curve - shunning the preened and shiny look for what I am simply calling, "The Chewbacca".
What lady could resist such a studly countenance?
Almost done reading a really good book, "Motoring with Mohammed". The book follows the author as he tries to recover a series of journals he buried on a deserted island off the Yemeni coast 10 years earlier. As he revisits this southern Middle East country, he paints a beautiful picture of a juxtapositional society and culture with many serene and austere qualities.
My left elbow is creaky after bouldering earlier this week. I don't want a repeat of a couple of years ago when a partially torn tendon killed my climbing season. As such, I might skip a group climbing trip to Shelf Road this weekend and instead go climb and ski a couple of peaks this weekend solo: Uneva and Mt Guyot. I've had my eye on the former for a couple years now and got a good look at it this past weekend.
ARTIST OF POST - Belly. Slipped this CD in a few weeks ago and I felt I was 19 again.
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