July 5, 2009
“What was that?” said Holden.
“Um, my iPhone?” I said as I straightened up from untying the dock rope from the boat this last week at Flaming Gorge, watching my phone disappear into the 50 foot deep water.
“Wow” said Everybody (not at the same time). “You handled that with equanimity and aplomb.
Here’s me later that day, throwing myself off a 50 foot cliff in despair:
But I lived. Which turns out to not be a bad thing:
I can live without a phone. Till Saturday.