Sunday morning, while the adults sleepily drank coffee and the children rampaged, my husband and his friend told stories. They were really funny stories but also impressive, like the one about the time they waterskiied at dawn and then, around noon, climbed South Sister: foolhardy and brave and strong and young. My husband also talked about his older brother and his brother-in-law, who in their 20s climbed North Sister in Stan Smiths with crampons attached to them; at the summit they broke open a 6-pack of beer and sandwiches bought at a convenience store, startling the sober, helmet-clad climbers sitting around them with water and gorp.
One of our guests asked her husband, "Do you think our boys will do anything like that?" and he replied, "I hope so."
One of their sons and my daughter, Sunday afternoon, on the ridgeline above Jack Lake.
2 comments:
Nice. One of my favorite pictures of Chris is of him and two friends taken at the top of mt hood. They were in their early 20s and in that strong and foolhardy place. It is beautiful.
That's an excellent shot, as is the one in the later post. I share your fascination with burned lands; amazing things to photograph.
And I, too, hope your children, young and strong, will have unstructured adventures and come home, dirty and unrepentant, to scare the daylights out of you with their stories. Mine do that to me.
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