Day 4.

I have a bit of catching up to do. There's always something beautiful about a sunset. It doesn't really matter where or when. There's a sense of romance in the natural order of things. The night begins, and a new day awaits. As cliche as that is, I think sunsets are worthy of our respect and appreciation. The hazy blue of the sky glimmers with red for just a few moments before the sun fades behind the horizon. It's cool.

I was climbing at King's Bluff in Tennessee and was trying to leave before the light faded away. A couple was sitting on top of the bluff. The guy was looking out across the river, across the farmland, and into the setting sun. Despite the fact that he looked like a typical rural prick, at least he could appreciate what was in front of him. Meanwhile his girlfriend had her back to the river, to the sunset, and to the beauty. She was texting on her phone. I wanted to vomit.