Recently, I tracked down an old friend from high school and was reminded of my rappelling and rock climbing days during my misspent youth.
Rappelling was easing. You just jumped, kept track of your feet and hollered “yee haw’ as you bounced off of a wall or rock down to the ground, hoping to stick your “landing.”
Rock climbing was more difficult as you had to go UP. I had a bad back and thus was the world’s strangest rock climber. I didn’t do anything the way it should be done, but I managed to climb up the rock cliffs of Devil’s Lake in Wisconsin. I can remember getting to the top, panting, and just laying on the warm rock in the sun glorying in the physical exertion and accomplishment.
Remember Glamour Shots? Yes, I succumbed to the nonsense. On a blistering hot summer day, my mother and I went to the JC Penney’s and got all gussied up. There was a ton of makeup involved not to mention the wardrobe of bustiers and boas. It really was a lot of fun.
I decided early on that this was going to be my obituary picture. I think it suits me. I’m not in any hurry to die, but it’s good to have plans!
So, this is my Throwback Thursday offering. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did the outing with my mother.