For this reason, we decided to climb Half-Dome and start an improvised trailside café at the top. Our thought: a little flicker of civilization would be welcome. Sometimes we'd have budding artists, local jazz musicians or French conversation clubs. It was going well...
...until a skeleton climbed up and chased us. We scattered, leaving our portable espresso machines and camera-cellphones.
I stumbled running down the slope, and the skeleton caught up to me. It tackled me - who know it would be so strong? - and pinned me. It looked into my eyes with its hollow sockets and said:
"People who procrastinate end up feeling more stress about it than people who act without delay. Armchair anarchists are more frightened than activists."