Two years coming I finally got a climbing set-up of my own. (Thanks Wayne!) And thanks to my knot knowledgeable loved ones (Thanks Mike!), it allowed me a fabulous evening climb out back of my folks place. Ah, what a rush to be back in the trees again. Sure was nice up there, even if only briefly. I think it was a sycamore.



I quit while I was ahead and retreated to the Feleppa Ranch.

Nanny got all dressed up in her Sunday best and we sat down to a feast of mussels, clams, and sea bass in a fresh tomato sauce my dad made. Slammin'.
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