A Challenge

I like a challenge, one where if I lose no one gets hurt. I see what I consider IMPOSSIBLE  CHALLENGES. I do not like ‘death defying’ challenges. I do not doubt they are exhilarating, but I don’t need that much to keep my blood pumping. Things such as This:

 Climbing a sheer rock wall does not appeal to me..

Climbing a frozen water fall or picnicking hanging on a rope, Not for me.

They call that sky walking, I call the guy on the peak, well, that is one of the ones I wonder about.

Now, my high dive is from 15 ft. not a hundred ft. between rock walls, no way.

I cannot ride a unicycle, but if I was a certified expert, I would not do that!

I am sure the guy above is comfortable, maybe this is not even a challenge to him, but I would be a nervous wreck.

I have been a camper since my youth, but never in my wildest dreams did I want to hang on a cliff and sleep. To me that ain’t camping, dat is crazy!

My challenge is:

Above is the left side where I am working.

The right side and end. where I am working.  Sherry helped me remove everything from this area and 8 ft into the storage building. I plan to have a bath tub where you see our chest of drawers and a commode about where the shelves on the right are.

Sherry stopped me and asked seriously if this was too much of a challenge?  I do like this kind of challenge. We plan to put a small tub in, I even look forward to it.

My answer? I am enjoying this. It is already refloored and ready for the tub. Which we will pick up this morning.  .

With that I quit.

Nite Shipslog

PS. I get crazy ideas like this.

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I randomly picked this 1964 Corvair. We owned a 1963, it handled like a dream, I loved the little car.