So this weekend was my first experience in actual rock-climbing. I've climbed on a climbing wall once or twice, but it was nothing like the real thing. It was exhilirating though, clinging to the rock, trying to hold on. I didn't do any really difficult climbs, but it was still a lot of fun. So was swimming in the very cold, very dirty river. I think my favorite moment of the weekend though, was the first night, climbing up on the towers of rock, and just sitting under the night sky and listening to the water beneath me. Ah . . . it's in that kind of moment that I see God and when my heart wants to burst with joy.
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