Coincidence?

I've been purging my house lately. Since I've got some down time from the bike, I've been putting in my extra energy into those often neglected things. Such as cleaning off bookshelves with old climbing guide books, yacht guides, things Ryan was into. It's left me wondering though - what do I do with his old year books? His baseball card collection? His leather jacket?

His intense picture hangs on the wall next to the now empty bookshelf. The guide books, where he spent hours fondling their pages, are being donated to Vertical World for the use of other climbing enthusiasts. I'd rather have someone use it who values it vs. chucking it to Goodwill.

Plus in a way, I think I'm getting ready for a major change. A move or something. That or I'm just exercising how freeing it is to not be tied down by hordes of stuff.

One thing I will keep forever though are my journals. I came across one from our honeymoon. And its words were somewhat creepy. Here's what it said:

"Ah, the magnificent beauty of Yosemite. What a special treat to spend our honeymoon in one of the world's premier climbing spots. (Even as I type this, Built to Spill came on the radio - yet another coincidence?) Entering the valley for the first time was breath taking - I am so glad to be able to see it with my husband. Ryan even commented how special it was to come to a place where neither of us have been and be able to climb such death defying heights together as husband and wife. I completely agree.

We've been in Yosemite since September 7, 2001 - and every moment has been phenomenal, pristine and gorgeous. The land is as enchanting as I've ever seen and I am already planning on ways to get back. Our forefathers knew what they were talking about and I will thank them for generations to come. May it remain this gorgeous and I hope my children children will thoroughly enjoy it as much as I have."

Death-defying?
September 7?
Built to Spill?

Whoa.