Since the sport's popularity began to surge about 10 years ago, bouldering enthusiasts have descended on Hueco (pronounced Way-co) Tanks like ants to a picnic.
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February 22, 2009
I've gone to my farm in Kentucky for the weekend. It's a great place to relax, do a little hard physical labor, and forget about the rest of the world. If you don't have such a place, I highly suggest you get one.
In the meantime, here's a little something to contemplate with your morning coffee.
See you on Monday.
J. Peterman
From: World Hum
still thinking about today...
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I have to agree with the writer! The ability to control the soundtrack of our adventures (or our everyday lives, for that matter) eliminates an essential sensory experience. I am a photographer, but one of the most memorable moments I ever had on a shoot was when I was in the "dead" zone near Chernobyl. Standing in an abandoned, overgrown village, I heard the unmistakable sound of a cuckoo clock chiming the hour. Of course it wasn't a clock, but a real cuckoo, calling out his own time. A simple thing, but impactful in its own way. And I never would have heard it if I'd been listening to my beloved Sting...