Climbing The Wall
February, 1995
High on the overhanging cliff, a willowy young woman in a sports bra and purple tights clings to the rock by her fingertips. She has been gracefully inching up for the past 20 minutes and is now only a few feet from the top, but it is obvious that her biceps are starting to flame out. Hanging by one exhausted arm, she gropes blindly for the next handhold, locates it and clamps three fingers around a bump no wider than a doorjamb. Her body trembles from the strain of holding on. She glances down...
