So, my Nepal post plans have fizzled for the moment... re-entry continued to be a challenge, and I decided to try to immerse myself in the present for a bit to see if that helped give me perspective on the trip, and whether it might help with the adjustment back home. I think it did, mostly... so one of these days, I'll start writing. Just not yet. In the meantime, I've started my excellent new gig with Waypoint Outdoor as a Field Service Rep, and I'm having a great time getting settled in there (or, as settled as you get when "Field" and "Service" are in your job title). I have been climbing strong in the gym... not quite at my personal best, but better, happier and with more confidence and increased bold than before my trip. I feel strong, which feels really good. I also invited myself along with some friends going dry tooling at Squak Mountain this weekend (that's new #kickassgirl friend Genevieve in the photo at the top of the post) and had an awesome time.Seriously, dry tooling in pouring rain with temps in the 40s felt like about the single most bad ass thing I've ever done outside. I'm super sore today, and getting more sore as the day goes on... it was a workout even on toprope. The pictures didn't turn out fantastically since -- obviously -- conditions were wet and super muddy. But, a few are up on Facebook just because it was too funny and fun not to memorialize. Highlights...First, out of five initial RSVPs "Yes," four of us actually showed up. In my experience, that's unheard of even when it's sunny and 65 degrees. Second, I completely enjoyed the technical nature of dry tooling compared to regular climbing... I learned early on that my movement had to be very deliberate, my axe placements incredibly careful, and that balance was a key. It was fun to get to work on different skills than just pulling hard -- by halfway up each pitch, my core was worked from how much balance and care was required in my movements.Third, at one point while I was climbing, I'd worked my way through the crux up onto a muddy ledge near the top of the pitch. Dan, on belay, called up "I can lower you from there!" I yelled down, "WHY?!?!?!?" Jeremy laughed, and I kept climbing. I mean, seriously -- this time of year, I'm not going to pass up even six feet of mud climbing, if it's outside, and it's climbing, then it's precious. Anyway... tonight I'm pining for Nepal, so I'm going to go exercise a little self-care and have a good dinner (I'm STILL harvesting potatoes from my backyard stash... awesomeness) and get some rest. Looks like plans are holding to get out of dodge for turkey day, so then I'll be even more behind on trip reports. Where are you headed, this upcoming play-outside ... I mean ... holiday weekend?