Day 204, written on 205

The weekend is drawing to a close.

I spent Saturday, which was gorgeous, by the way, hiking with a friend in the Chuckanuts up to Raptor Ridge, to which I have been probably four times, but I love it each time I'm there. It's different hiking with someone. It doesn't seem to take as long to get anywhere, and it was way easier to make it up the massive mile-long hill coming up from the trailhead than just by myself. I actually sort of felt like a wimp, because I was hiking with a girl who had been backpacking with her family since forever.

Saturday night I skateboarded a while, but then came back to the room, played guitar, hung out with friends and watched Platoon, a movie about the Vietnam War. It's great if you like war movies and know that they don't accurately show what happened, but not great if you don't particularly like violence or human rights violations and tend to take people's word for things. The film really showed how much the media can influence someone's feeling on a war about which they previously knew nothing. It seemed like we only made it about half hour into the movie before people were asking "Wow, this is terrible, what were we even there for?!" Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings provided a nice backdrop to Willem Dafoe (who was seemingly the only soldier with a conscience) being shot up by the North Vietnamese Army.
Anyway. Bedtime around 2 AM.

Woke up this morning to a moist ground. Lame. "Wet rocks. Rock climbing is out" I told myself as I drove to church. "Good. Maybe I'll actually get something done."

Driving back from church, I noticed that everything was dry. I called Meagan, and rock climbing was back in. We went down to Larrabee and explored a bit, then settled on a nice big boulder with a traverse route (moving sideways across the rock instead of upwards) that was about ten feet away from the water. After attempting the same route for about an hour (real rock doesn't get boring the way plastic rocks do) we finally called it quits, bone tired and holding each other accountable to resting tomorrow no matter the weather. I'm gonna have to get a few more bandanas though, my red one is feeling iffy to wear every day.

Dinner, Batman Begins, guitar, bass, and journaling. I am currently sitting in front of my computer at 12:30 AM eating cookie dough with a spoon and thinking about sleeping while laughing hysterically at a picture into which Peter photoshopped Robbie's face.

Oh My.

Good night.