So, we're home.

Actual snippet of conversation from the airport this morning:

"Nathan, why are you walking as if your knees do not bend?"
"I don't think they do anymore!"

Ororo was entirely too kind and got us upgraded to first class. Somehow. I don't want to know how. But it meant more leg room, and I tell you, if I wasn't a happily married man...

It was a good week. Actually, more like, a great week. Although doing Yosemite's two big walls, plus a smaller climb and assorted hiking, all in less than a week, was a lot easier when I was twenty-three.


   


The first is the summit of Half Dome, the second is El Capitan. We climbed them both. Straight up the Nose on El Cap, too. We're not dead and Ororo's still speaking to me, so I think we can call them both successful climbs.

Now, I think my knees have a date with a pair of icepacks.