The Good Husband is foraging in his equipment closet.
Then the sounds of shiny, clinky.
Shiny, clinky means carabiners, cams and nuts.
I sing out, “The forecast is for rain in Squamish tomorrow. You won’t be climbing”.
More clanking of equipment, harness? helmet? Is the Good Husband making shiny, clinky sounds to drive away the rain. Is he practicing some mountain voodoo to bring on the sun?
Our computers are side by side on a very long desk. He’s stopped his sun dance and is clicking on memories of hikes and climbs of past times. I’ll bring him a cup of tea to sip while he revisits his beloved mountains.
The Good Husband is packing a bag – his rather worn climbing shoes, a chalk bag and his harness. Rain is still in the forecast. The destination is the climbing wall.