This morning, climbing Kings with Kevin (pilot; my son wasn’t feeling well), I was thinking, a bit too much, about how much tougher the climb is these days. It brought to mind a Procol Harum song from the way-way-way-wayback days, “She wandered through the garden fence.”

She wandered through the garden fence
And said, ‘I’ve brought at great expense
A potion guaranteed to bring
Relief from all your suffering’
And though I said, ‘You don’t exist’
She grasped me firmly by the wrist
And threw me down upon my back
And strapped me to her torture rack

And that’s all I have to say about that! 🙂