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Last night I sat on the floor of my friends living room inside a 2001 Dodge B3500, a “vansion” compared to my Ford Transit Connect. We sat in the warmth provided by the Coleman camp stove that sat diligently boiling hot water for us. Our conversation began focused on the climbing day and climbing in general then slowly gravitated towards life. I realized, a little abashed, I had faced her with the question I loathed to answer myself-