Now you know why I wear sunglasses while climbing. Nice jacket. Burns the eyes like tabasco, I guess.

Brian: Note the difference in mood betwixt this photo and the one after it. In the next photo, Mike is happy because he had fun and is feeling confident. I, on the other hand, look dour because the climb didn't go as smoothly as I hoped. This uneasiness will find it's way into breakfast the next morning.

I should also add that this is probably the most egregious example of what I call "cabeza purgatory." I look like a character out of "The Coneheads." Note the incredible height from my chin to the top of my helmet-clad head. Yet clearly, my head is not pointed (please take my word on this.) Alternatively, my noggin is not human-sized either. I am part of neither world and shunned by both alike. I pray that this is some sort of optical illusion and not at all what my dear wife sees each morning.