I didn't go so high as my mountain goat students--I swear, I lagged behind to take pictures for just a few minutes

and this started to happen before I could stop it:

(That's a pretty high rock, by the way, and I took that picture from a perch up on the one across "the avenue" from it, not from ground level, so you can imagine how high up she'd gotten.) It's for the best that I didn't stop her, I think, because if I had, then I wouldn't have ended up climbing the rocks myself. (For the record, the students only had to spot me on one of my descents.)

I have climbed more things this year than in the whole rest of my life put together. In fact, I've probably climbed more things--and more fearlessly--in the past month than in the whole rest of my life put together. I

In the self-portrait shots I took while I was on that tor, I am already, even with 30 and 50 SPF sunblock, so, so freckled in that high May sun.