I'm not sure if I'm just getting old or just having a moment, but two weekends in a row, my boys kicked my trash on the trail.
Two weeks ago, Gideon and I climbed to Sundial Peak via Blanche lake). Mid October was not an ideal time and it was a little treacherous but we made it. However, on the way up to Lake Blanche, Gideon, as usual was hiking pretty fast. I was struggling to keep up with him. The only reason he didn't leave me behind was because there was and old lady cruising up the trail behind us and my pride wouldn't let me get passed up by her.
Sidenote: At the top of sundial peak, Gideon found the log of entries (typical for a peak) and was perusing through it. He found several phone numbers that people had posted and he began calling people. It was amusing to see peoples' reactions to his call. When they realized where he was calling from, they all seemed to really enjoy it.
Then, a week later, Reece and I mountain biked elephant rock. I got so winded and had to get off and walk the bike a few times. We made eventually made it to the top and it was really beautiful.
I'm hoping it was just a fluke but maybe it's a turning point.
