More of up

Luckily my oldest climbing pal was able to squeeze in another little session at the fake crag, so off we waltzed for some vertical therapy. Her teenaged son just got his driver's license, and seems to be faring pretty well; may he continue. I wouldn't want to be in that position as a parent ever again.
Evening saunter out for some sushi; the chefs comped us a wonderful appetizer, and our server told us about her hopes to write a novel. Sweet youngness and energy.