*looking at the West Side of the Tall...all my planning suggesting this should be the easiest climb yet...I hold my hands out and spit into my palms..
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rubbing them together and then unslinging the rope...the climbing hook dangling, I slowly begin to swing it...building momentum...swinging...swinging...tongue clenched between my teeth I finally heave it high...watching it sail higher and higher...eyes widening and then letting out a triumphant YIP! as the hook finds purchase somewhere...tugging on the rope gently and then more forcefully (Reagan's ear tugging each time)...inhaling deeply and beginning my climb*
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