I once went to a mountain-climbing school. Actually, my wife Susan sent me to a mountain-climbing school. I had taken an interest in alpine climbing but didn’t really know what I was doing. Susan figured if I was going to risk my life it might be good to get some training. Besides, my life insurance wasn’t paid up.
The next summer I traveled to the state of Washington where I spent a week on a glacier in the Cascades with a guide and two other “students.” My fellow learners were a couple from New York City. Our experience began early in the morning when we were picked up outside our hotel in Seattle. We went first to a park where introductions took place, and we spread out our gear to make sure we all had what was needed. The next stop was a coffee shop before heading to the mountains.
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