Squaw Peak (I don't know the new name)

Against our better judgment Rachel and I decided we should go hiking Saturday morning. So everyone's up to speed: whatever hiking I do is usually up or down stairs that I come into contact with in my day to day life; if there is no elevator or escalator around. And whatever Saturday morning activities I do usually consist of pajamas, my bed, and debating if I should get up to pee or see if I can fall back asleep as long as I don't lay on my stomach. I believe Rachel can attest to similar habits in her own life.

The boys are aware of these facts and that is probably why when we pitched the idea to hike on Friday night they laughed in our faces. Which is exactly why we dragged ourselves out of bed at 9:30 am Saturday morning, tied on our only slightly used tennishoes, picked up the boys, helped them lift their jaws off the floor, and drove to Squaw Peak.

All I have is cell phone pictures right now because only Rachel had her camera; and she'll probably never email them to me.

So here is the view from the top, and Zach's nerdy hiking boots.


Here I am at the top, closer to death than I've ever been, wondering if I'll ever make it down to see my family again.