On Groups, Dropping It, and Getting Back Up

When Corey and I were in Jamaica last summer, we discovered another shared attribute: we're not really team players.  We took off from the pina-colada infested resort and spent a day at Dunn's River Falls and we watched in awe as hordes of tourists paid to hold hands and sing songs and battle up over slimy jungle rocks.  Corey and I sidled up the rocks far off to the side. "That doesn't look like fun at all,"I said. "Not at all," he replied. Grimly, we slithered along over the slippery rocks on our own, making our mistakes without the knowledge of a guide, attempting to distance ourselves from the hordes of sing-songers and hand... [More]