I'm arriving early in the morning to meet a climbing team in a city parking lot. There are like a dozen of them, and apparently they have been dropped off, because there are no other cars in the lot. It seems like I am late, but the climb leader is not there yet.

The climbers are sitting in a clump in the middle of the parking lot, all wearing some kind of black climbing gear that covers them entirely except for their eyes. They look like they are wearing burqas. They look like ninjas, or terrorists.

I tell them that I just talked to the climb leader, and he'll be here shortly.

(Day before climb school, run by the apparently incapable and disorganized Byron.)