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Right, I should post something about the Presidential Traverse.
At some point there will be photos, but there are some that just didn't happen. Neither of us were awake enough to get a photo showing one of us with a frowny face in front of the motel alarm clock reading 4:52. And we didn't get a photo on the top of Mt. Madison. We were too busy trying to breathe, not get blown off the mountain, and not get hypothermia in 70 mph winds. (The last mile to the summit was pretty interesting too. One of two times I've really thought I might die on a mountain.)
(We still did THAT chunk of the climb in like 3/4 of the book time.*)
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Now, unfortunately, I have to find a job. Like, urgently. My parents started getting on my case about this as soon as Peter left last Friday,** and they have a point.
Soooo...yeah. I don't think I can really justify going to Boston for the house concert at the Buttery tomorrow: it's too late to contact Boston lawyers or publishers to try to stop by for a chat while I'm there, and so I should be sitting around Temp Agency #2, and doing job applications.***
(I may go anyway. Feel free to talk me into or out of it.)
* Book Time=the AMC Guide's estimate of how long it should take to hike a particular trail.
** which now seems like a different lifetime.
*** Esp. since I was sufficiently tired, lazy, and out of my normal routine yesterday that I blew most of the day on my fourth most shameful pastime, namely reading teen fantasy novels.
At some point there will be photos, but there are some that just didn't happen. Neither of us were awake enough to get a photo showing one of us with a frowny face in front of the motel alarm clock reading 4:52. And we didn't get a photo on the top of Mt. Madison. We were too busy trying to breathe, not get blown off the mountain, and not get hypothermia in 70 mph winds. (The last mile to the summit was pretty interesting too. One of two times I've really thought I might die on a mountain.)
(We still did THAT chunk of the climb in like 3/4 of the book time.*)
( Read more... )
Now, unfortunately, I have to find a job. Like, urgently. My parents started getting on my case about this as soon as Peter left last Friday,** and they have a point.
Soooo...yeah. I don't think I can really justify going to Boston for the house concert at the Buttery tomorrow: it's too late to contact Boston lawyers or publishers to try to stop by for a chat while I'm there, and so I should be sitting around Temp Agency #2, and doing job applications.***
(I may go anyway. Feel free to talk me into or out of it.)
* Book Time=the AMC Guide's estimate of how long it should take to hike a particular trail.
** which now seems like a different lifetime.
*** Esp. since I was sufficiently tired, lazy, and out of my normal routine yesterday that I blew most of the day on my fourth most shameful pastime, namely reading teen fantasy novels.
