I climbed a mountain. For real.

I'm not sure where I got the idea, but once it was in my head it stuck.  I wanted to summit something.  I was about to have one of those annual, number-changing, life-analyzing days and I wanted something to focus on beyond that stupid new number.

So I picked a different number.

14,000.  14,150 to be exact.  That's the number of feet I was above sea level.  Ask my quads.  They are well aware.

It was beautiful.  And more challenging than I expected.  And as you can imagine there is a relatively long narrative to go along with the experience....that I will hopefully get around to sharing.  In the meantime, there are, of course, pictures (more to come though....I'm saving the good stuff).