A Prelude to a Client Meeting
Several weeks ago I found myself looking down a steep ice chute in the San Gabriel Mountains. The view was between my legs while front-pointing in a pair of snowshoes with teeth under the toes. My heels were in thin air.
I was middle of a glazed, frozen 45-degree slope, a blank 50′ stretch. All that was keeping me on this face were my sticky gloved fingertips, a lowered center of gravity, and by very daintily chipping out toeholds. One foot at a time. Step. Chip-chip-chip. Transfer. Repeat.
Puts a day at work into perspective.
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