I’m looking for photographs of my mentor to put on her memorial website. She was only 55 when she died. She died alone and in pain.
The first baby turtle I saw was a disappointment. I had thought he would be green. Poor thing, he didn’t know how much he let me down. How many foolish hopes I had placed on his little fragile body.
It’s one thing to be sad teaching climbing when I know that my injury prevents my own climbing. It’s quite another to be terrified that I’m teaching students to do something that might kill them in the end.