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“Wah!” was the sound I made as I pitched off a cliff high above Sespe Creek, deep in the wilderness of Los Padres National Forest in California. I found myself upside down, sliding downhill on my back in a rattling raft of scree, limbs flailing like an upturned beetle. Oh, alright, it wasn’t a cliff like the Cliffs of Dover are cliffs, but to a man with vertigo it looked and felt like a cliff. When the scree stopped moving, my first thought, after relief, was: “Oh no, the wine!” For I was late for a wedding. Continue reading →