The poison is seeping in and there is nothing I can do about it…

But let me back up a bit.

I have phobias even though I hate to admit it.  Some people, namely my wife, gladly shares with others that I have many.  Most of these fears come from the fact that I am allergic to just about everything, cats, horses, penicillin, pollen etc.  I have also been known to be paranoid of other things  like when I found some perfect boulders up here in Montana.  I instantly became suspicious of everyone.  Who should I tell?  Should I reveal the sacred loaction?

The author working a project on the Pagoda Boulder

After much deliberation and banter around the office I decided that I might as well throw a couple pics out there.  Everyone reassured me that the hordes will not be crawling over the boulders like they might in Colorado.

Aaron on the fun problem Sour Mash

As we work some of the problems, thirsty wasps were drinking the sweat off my legs and arms.  One of these black and yellow insects inadvertently gets caught in the hem of my shorts and proceeds to wallop me twice in the thigh.  Then it flies off in thousands of triumphant wingbeats.   I flashback to the last time I was stung by a wasp my foot swelled up to the size of a melon, hooray for allergies.  This was poignant message that the bouldering session was over or maybe that I should tell no one this place exists.

Yes I have phobias but I guess I will give some people a peek even though it may sting me in the end.

Yours truly on another Pagoda Boulder project