Meaningful Relationships
Crap, I think. How am I going to get to that sweet clover plant? I’m balancing on about a 55-degree slope below a chest-high vertical sandstone bench, and the plant is located on a second sandstone bench roughly eight feet above my head. It’s going to take too much time to scamper back and take the ravine cut up the ridge, I analyze. I need to find some hand holds and climb straight up. My eyes scour the brittle sandstone and find a couple of well-placed American bittersweet
