From my book ...
Reason #739 why you always take at least one didgeridoo on a hike or climb – you never know when you will run into a tall blonde woman with a hula hoop. In Katie’s hands, at the top of Cathedral Rock, the hoop becomes ballet. On my didge, I lay down some funk, and the summit jam is on. I am so far out of my normal that I'm suspecting I'm occupying a crazy dream, one where I will wake up in a soft bed, with a roof over my head and a toilet to pee and poop in.
Reason #739 why you always take at least one didgeridoo on a hike or climb – you never know when you will run into a tall blonde woman with a hula hoop. In Katie’s hands, at the top of Cathedral Rock, the hoop becomes ballet. On my didge, I lay down some funk, and the summit jam is on. I am so far out of my normal that I'm suspecting I'm occupying a crazy dream, one where I will wake up in a soft bed, with a roof over my head and a toilet to pee and poop in.