SEATTLE, Washington I bite the regulator and take a drag. My first sip of sterile air is dry and cold and characterless.
Nevermind. I'm breathing underwater.
Calm and elation swirl through me. And I'm gone. Lost. Smitten. I haven't felt this way in 13 years, since I first climbed in the North Cascades.
My pin number commemorates the date of my first rappel.
Where will today's date surface, I wonder?