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Caught up

I am finally up-to-date on New Yorkers. One in the gym bag for boring knee-induced elliptical sessions, and one on top of the toilet. And that’s it.

This is the first time since two weeks after the first issue arrived.

That’s it. No back stash for plane trips, no pile for taking on climbing trips.

Also caught up on climbing mags, except for those darn Alpinists.