110913 #snail Even when laced with discomfort—the sun too dry and hot on your shoulders, your head buzzing with altitude, your mouth tacky with thirst, your back stiff from squatting and rising, your brain dumb from visually and manually parsing all those rock combinations—even then, there was a physical, fundamental pleasure in the working of the wall. ... Your children laughed or argued, but in any case played, safe, all around you in hearing and in and out of sight.