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I once mentioned to a friend that what I liked about climbing was the lifestyle.

I think that he thought that was kind of funny.

I drop “honesty bombs” every once and a while….most of the time without thinking about what I’m really saying.

He was my climbing “mentor”….and I think he knew that some of what we did made me pretty nervous.

Even the easy stuff made me nervous. I was kind of like the cat who has to have the firemen come get him down out of the tree….nervous.

What I told him was kind of like saying that I like riding a bicycle because I wanted to wear the tight shorts.

What a poseur.

I climbed some….but hate heights….so the lifestyle was the closest I could get to being a climber.

I don’t want to get up high….but sitting around a campfire with a bunch of folks who are jacked up about what they’re doing would be kind of fun.

That’s the appeal of hanging around “fun hogs”….getting caught up in the enthusiasm for what they’re doing.

Now if I could always channel that same enthusiasm into something concrete….fixing up an old farm, maybe? Or raising children? Being a good husband?

“Fun Hog Daddy”.

That’s the real adventure….that’s what you want your kids to grow up around: crazy strong enthusiasm for life.

Crazy strong!! That’s the way to go!!

Check out this lady….surfing in Norway!! Imagine that!! Surfing in Norway!! Uffda!!

 

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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