Camp moving day to get us from the fifth anchor to the eighth.  What a MESS!  Everything has to go back into the haul bags, and you are in continual fear of dropping something important.

One story will reveal the mental impression left by living for so long in the vertical world.

Months after we got down from Wings of Steel, Mark was sitting on a flat rock at the beach, doing some writing.  The rock was elevated above the sand enough that it must have given some impression of being like a ledge.  Mark set his pencil down for a moment, and it rolled toward the edge.  Mark, instantly in vertical world mode, made a mad grab for the pencil.  He missed, and the pencil rolled off the edge and fell off.  Mark slapped his thigh in anger: "Gone!"  Then, he suddenly brightened with the realization that the pencil was not actually falling thousands of feet, hopped off the rock, and retrieved his pencil.  The "you drop it, it's gone" mentality was pervasive.