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“So after all this,” he said, “if you feel like climbing is something you might want to take a crack at, you should go big.” Ending the talk, the speaker added, “I’m heading to Bolivia in a few months. That’s what I’d consider challenging! If any of you are takers, come on up and chat. I’ll stick around for a while.”

Chris rose, waiting for the crowd around the climber to thin. When he seemed free, she eased forward, full of wonder as she approached. “I think I might be hooked,” she announced, shaking the speaker’s hand. Their eyes connected as he laughed at her opening line. His hair was streaked with gray, matching his moustache. The energy she felt from him during the presentation proved stronger up close. He seemed a mix of wise and dynamic, and she sensed immediately that they’d get along.

“I’m Christine Feld. I loved your presentation.”

“Keith Boskoff,” he said. “You’ve got a little experience in you for something like Bolivia?”

She hadn’t. “Not tons, but I pick things up pretty quickly. Just took one course at the Sporting Club at Windy Hill. Did a little climbing with a friend of mine in Michigan, too.”