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Rappelling at Granite Tors

Please see the following equation below:

Day off from work + Sunshine + living in Alaska = Go outside and explore!

I absolutely LOVE the scenery behind us: the seemingly endless view of mountains!
After a fun day camping at Chena Lakes for the 4th, Marshall and I went out to Granite Tors on Thursday to go rappelling.  We hadn't planned anything for Thursday, but when I woke up to the sunshine, I knew we had to get out.  We also needed to break in our rock climbing equipment that Marshall had purchased last November, but hadn't used yet.    I had a hunch that Marshall wanted to stay home and work on the kayak, but he didn't say one word about that when I brought up rappelling.  I love how he puts other people, especially me, above his desires and comforts. I do not ask him to do so, but I suppose I do the same for him, so it's a win-win sort of situation. 

I had only rappelled three or four times in my life, so I needed a refresher course when we got to the cliff.  What a great instructor I had that day! Marshall truly showed his love to me as he helped me get comfortable with the rope and walking straight off a cliff backwards.  He never made me feel silly for being a little bit nervous, and I love him for it!


I had a really great time with him, and I am looking forward to when we have a 200 foot rope!

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  1. I love it! That looks like so much fun. Thanks for blogging it!

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  3. Super fun! What an awesome spur of the moment day!

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  4. Great post. Living with you best friend is so great. It looks like you two are having so much fun.

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  5. it is so pretty out there. Enjoy every moment!

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