In the words of John Muir (again), ” “Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home.”  Preach, John.



It had been six weeks since we’d been on a hike (!). There’d been rain and then snow and then bridal showers for my friend, plus it’s hard for me to get out during liminal times when there’s such a contrast between the valley and the mountains. But I was tired and “nerve-shaken” and needed a dose of mountains.

My brother’s family joined us so I got some bonus nephew time in, too. And Doc got a workout once Skyler realized, “Carry me like a sack of potatoes!” was a good trick.