I climb on things – all the time. I have no idea why, no idea what the attraction is. I’ve tried to figure it out.
I know I like adventure, but that’s why I cook, that’s why I read and go to the movies, that’s why I buy lottery tickets ... when I remember to.
Climbing on things, around things, over and under things, that’s adventure too, but it’s not just adventure.
Okay, there might be a hint more adventure involved. I do like hard to reach places, I love the unique view I get from the middle of the river. If I can get there without getting wet, that’s better. Still, there’s more to it than just adventure.
When I was young I loved to climb the spruce trees out in front of my home. I loved to sit quietly, looking down at my house. I remember being up so high I could see both sides of the steeply pitched roof of my home below me. These giant trees were at least 70 feet tall, and I was well up there, maybe 50 feet, maybe higher.