Rock climbing is not in my genes, but the temptation can be overwhelming sometimes.
In once trying to prove my mettle as an outdoorswoman to a former beau, I revved up the bravado and hastily scaled up one side of a huge boulder that loomed above Trancas Creek in Malibu.
Once I reached the top, the bravado evaporated and panic set in. The descent was dizzying and steep.
Well, there must be easier ways to sour a budding love match. The beau cajoled, I whimpered and clawed my way back down t...