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listening to the dirtbag diaries. A breeze float up the south side of devil's

tower blowing something foul into my nose as I tried to put together the next

sequence of moves on the endurance route. What was that smell? It was like a

dead animal but a little more subtle. I sniffed as I looked down at the

pieces of protection left in my harness. If you divided smells into categories of

food and non-food, this one was definitely not food. Man! I wrinkled my

nose and exhaled through my mouth. It was bad. It reminded me of something I

smelled yesterday and a little the day before. Oh, no. That smell was me.

Sometimes I take the idea of being a dirtbag a little far. On a road trip,

free from the hygienic shackles of our society. I'll go three, four, nine days

without taking a shower. Sometimes it's just because a shower is not readily

available or I don't want to use the one that a truck stop or I just get lazy and

I don't want to find the soap buried in my car somewhere. I climb and camp for

days. I eat breakfast out of a crusty bowl every morning in a puffy jacket and

choco sandals, looking down at my toes covered in dirt, black funk stuck in

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