Saturday, July 26, 2008
Last night, when I called my son in New Zealand, he was having breakfast (it was "tomorrow" morning there) and couldn't talk because he was going on a "canyon swing." Thinking he meant a swing around the canyon - as in a long, leisurely hike - I didn't think much about it. Until his e-mail this morning...
Turns out, a "canyon swing" is something a little more intense than a Saturday morning hike. (The photograph above was taken from the company's Web site. It is NOT a picture of my son. I hope.) Thankfully, I was blissfully ignorant of what he was about to do last night and was able to get a full nine hours of much-needed sleep. Now that he's survived the plunge, there really isn't anything to worry about. Right?
Still, there are some things I'd prefer never to know about.
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