Hands, hands, hands. Do we take them for granted? These hands belong to four rock climbers. Obviously, none of us have a future as a hand model...can't quit the day job. I'm sure our hands all were much prettier before we started climbing. Some may argue that we shouldn't abuse our hands considering their importance. We greet with them, we eat with them...gosh we even make obscene gestures that are "not yet obscene to the general public" with them. But, in a way, perhaps we are honoring them. They are our interface with the rock...often times the difference between life and death in the extreme case. It is one of the rare times that we grab with them and yet not make that from which we grab less wealthy. Now, where's that Neosporin?