Sometimes I wish every time I near the proverbial edge, this sign would fly out of nowhere and hit me in the face. And then I think again, and I don’t wish that, because struggling up a proverbial mountainside composed of proverbial unconsolidated rock and ice is exciting, challenging, makes you feel something, and once you make it back to the top, you’re much better off bruised but with a good story; much better than if you hadn’t fallen to begin with.