text: I, Phoenix, Running.: Fear and laughing in not las vegas
  the mom November 8, 2012 at 4:18 PM
  Really enjoyed this blog, bird. I have been to that place (beyond your own control) more than a few times since I started climbing. Even if I wasn't actually in imminent danger of dying, I have felt like I was. Even on top rope, stepping across a thousand-foot drop to a potato chip edge can drive fear so deep into your heart that you wake up in the middle of the night with a start, so grateful to be lying safe in bed you could kiss the floor.
  Tara November 8, 2012 at 4:47 PM
  It's probably in my dna to want that experience then..can't say I don't come by it honestly. And I'm really grateful for that too, because if you hadn't found that little seed I might more have known what to look for. Love you always