When I was young and naive I had this dream that one day I would get a phone call from a legend and get to climb with my hero, Fred Beckey. He'd have some sick granite spires from his black book to investigate, we'd send, and it would be like the passing of the Olympic torch, or getting tapped on the shoulders with Arthur's sword and invited to sit at the Round Table.
So all I have to say is be careful what you wish for cause you might get it. WHAT? HOWS DA WEDDER? KNOW ANY HOT GIRLS UP THERE?