Personal Writing: Rock Climbing When my brother,19, offered to take me rock climbing out at Ortega Falls I was thrilled to go. We left our Dana Point house at about 10:00 in the morning, and started down the Ortega Highway. On the way out we were following a cement truck along the twisting, turning road. Suddenly my brother cursed under his breath. I looked at him surprisingly and asked "What's wrong?" He started to laugh and slowly took his foot off the accelerator, and rhetorically said "We're following that cement truck, right?" I nodded. "Well he's going 85 down this road." Luckily we