There was a detail about rock-climbing that I purposely omitted. What detail you ask? Well.... I stopped climbing a few feet short of the summit. Now I can almost hear you thinking "Whitney, you were so close. It was within your grasp. Why didn't you go for it?" At least I think I hear you thinking this, because I have a tendency to think it. But on that day of rock climbing, I opted (with from my belayer/mentor Laurel) to look down rather than up. Back, not forward. Just days before, I'd had another opportunity to look back.