Allow me to set a scene for you.

So there I am, fully clothed (which in my case consists of an ankle-length skirt, long coat, combat boots, et cetera) and wading through the strong, icy current of a chest-deep river, my purse and camera bag perched precariously upon my shoulder.
My goal? A muddy, wolfspider-infested cliff face, rendered treacherous by erosion. After a quick climb (to no photographic avail, unfortunately) and descent, I proceed to scramble over the rocks, slicked with various types of algae, and take the photographs which today grace your eyes.

Either I've finally discovered the true joy of photography, or I really like doing stupid things which end up rendering my damp and injured.
There's some debate on that.