noasi on a smaller scale

Today I learned that Dyson stick vacuums have a washable HEPA filter at the top of the motor unit. I have had this vacuum for… uh… years.

Found the hot spots.

“Hey, what are you doing this Friday night?”

“Finishing the set up of my boots.”

Crevasse rescue training in a desert, as one does.

Me: “I cannot find the blushing and crying emoji.”

Him: “When in doubt, eggplant.”

Started at 8634’, ended at 10906’ for a long day up to Mt Superior, Alta, UT. The scree and scrambles had me firmly outside of my comfort zone. Need the latter for Cayambe, I’m told.

“We’re not having our rathers on this trip.” 😂

dailystoic.com/accepting…

I had forgotten how cathartic writing can be.

I really hope this doesn’t mean local forest fires.

For the record, shaving a sunburned face hurts a lot.

BST in SLC, on a morning of breaking trails. Talk about a happy place!

You cannot have a better poopin’ view than this one, which is the view from the buckets at Mount Vinson Base Camp. #antarctica #🇦🇶

Good lord, I love this continent. 🇦🇶

December 4th eclipse in Antarctica. 🇦🇶

📸 by Dr. Larry Shore.

Looking southeast from the middle of the bottom of South America.

Clouds off the coast of Punta Arenas.

Even I can see the irony of training in a desert to climb Mont Blanc. #wavecave #superstitionmountains

This summit hurt today. Unsure why this hike was so hard. I suspect poor diet and poor sleep hygiene.

Shit just got real.

21:15 - k8s deployment finally succeeds, I can now move on to my second task of the day. 😒

Slack for iOS removed the swipe-to-dismiss-an-image gesture and I am annoyed. I like that gesture and want it everywhere. Now I have to click twice to dismiss an image. #whiningontheyacht

Terrible views. Don’t visit.

Flying will never be not magical to me.

How does one explain to the kind person expressing encouragement, “You’re almost at the top, nearly done!” that, no, this is the first lap of three laps you are hiking on this mountain, and you are not “nearly done”?

Was not expecting to be hit by a wave of nostalgia for Ottawa, but here we are. Went for an eclaire, which I often convinced Jonathan to do with me.