My knees scraped against the rough bark of the tree. Shorts snagged by the branches behind me. Fingers dug into the one below me, holding my upper body aloft as I inched further along the branch towards the stump– back arched like a cat.
"Are you going to blog about this?" Catherine asked from below. A joke. My phone in her hand, documenting this moment.
"I never know what I'm going to blog about until I do it," I said.
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