As I awoke from my bivy I overheard Lee emptying his soul to his rope. "Honey, Tracy's rope means nothing to me. I was only using her." He curtails her tears as he continues to explain, "I mean it sweet baby dirty rope. You're the only one for me." She smiles. Lee smiles. He offers her some camp coffee and a hug. I like to call this piece of sweetness, Romancing The Rope. Who says climbers can't find true love.