“I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.”
Dusty and I were cliffjumping up the Poudre Canyon. A guy climbed up the rocks, stood at the edge of the cliff, shouted:
“Sanctification of life. Purification. Woo! Woo!”
and leaped, twisting a beautifully perfect 40-foot gaynor in the air.