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[syntheticchiken]

Well, all weekend I spent my time at the cathedral. The cathedral is a massive rock overhang, roughly the size of a football stadium, so it when it rains, one really can't tell, because anywhere you're interested in walking is completely dry. Also in the general vicinity is what we call the bowling alley. This is a cone-shaped rise onto the ridge forming the cathedral. The reason it is called the bowling alley is because it is simply littered with loose rocks that have on more than one occasion come loose and come bashing down the alley at top speed. After you have made the treachorous trip up the alley you come to a forest that has been sucked of moisture, causing its trees, growing among rocks reminding you of Roman ruins, a contorted, pained, and simply beautifal look(Non sequitor? Maybe). Anyway, moving on from my clumsy description of nature, a quote from the trip:
(After jumping what my father later said was 6 feet over water with a several dozen-pound pack.)
DAD: I CANNOT believe you just made that jump with your pack on.
(For a second I am confused, then, amazingly, full of pride. Then I realize, dad can't be PROUD of me, so I ask)
ME: Are you actually proud of something I did, or do you just think I'm completely insane?
DAD: A little bit of both.
I felt so loved.
Anyway, today I learned (from Drew) that yesterday Hunter S. Thompson commited suicide, and now I am sad. Oh well, he was suicidal for quite some time. Sorry the entry was so long.Henry