. . . because there was a geocache hidden halfway up (What's geocaching, you may ask? Only the funnest outdoor treasure-hunting game EVER). Because of TMS, there's a snarky little devil who sits on my shoulder and says, "You can't. You won't be safe. It'll hurt. If not today, tomorrow." And I've listened. Today, I told that devil to f-- off because I was going to climb that tree and get that cache. Started up, chickened out. Started up again. AND MADE IT. Omigosh, I'm a long way up. There's sap in my hair. But it was awesome.