So one of my sisters got Matt a climbing DVD for his birthday, and the other got him a gift certificate to an indoor climbing gym. By the end of this post, you will surely understand why the second sister IS MY FAVORITE.

The basic premise of this DVD is watching 20-something hipsters climb dramatic cliff faces in Thailand with background music falling somewhere around the genre of Sigur Ros. The videography is pretty sweet with beautiful shots panning mountains while the sun is setting, and the timing is very laid-back yet playful. A beautiful DVD that just about anyone somewhat adventurous might enjoy… if you can handle watching people climb 90 degree rock faces WITHOUT ROPES. And then FALLING NINETY FEET into the OCEAN.

Of course Matt is hooked on this video. He keeps it in the DVD player and any time that he has 15 minutes to rub together, he sits down to watch a portion. Last summer was his first season climbing and now that he has the majority of the gear he needs, and a little bit of experience, he’s aching to get out there with his climbing buddy and start his second season off with a bang. That bang you are hearing is the sound of the gun I have just put to my temple.

I’m not really a natural worrier. I only worry when my instinct tells me that something is really wrong. Last summer Matt was (thankfully) quite religious about texting me every three hours so that I knew he was OK. I tried not to imagine him hanging from a fraying rope 75 feet in the air and pulling out his cell phone with his one free hand. But it was a nice gesture to assure me that I had nothing to worry about.

He knows the deal. He can climb wherever he wants and do whatever dangerous stunts he feels the Spirit leading. But at the end of the day, when he falls to a dramatic death, I’m taking the first British Airways flight to Manchester, England and hunting down either A) David Gray, or B) Dominic Monaghan… whomever I can find first. I won’t think twice about getting remarried two days after the death of my first husband because this was the deal.

And you know what, Matt? Dom and I will move to New Zealand and start an animal adventure show on National Geographic Channel. Just think about all of the great climbing opportunities there are in New Zealand.

And a warm welcome to this year’s climbing season.

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