As a boy my Father took me camping and hiking as often as he could. Because of my frequent exposure to the great outdoors I grew a deep connection with being on ‘the mountain’ as we tend to call it. Sometime around the age of14 or 15 my school activities and friends started consuming most of my weekends and the frequency of trips with my Father dropped of considerably. This morning we had a reunion of sorts as we hiked Mt. Baden-Powell just outside of Wrightwood. We hit the trail as early as I could muster the strength to arise, around 5:30am and caught a fantastic sunrise over Mt. San Antonio. The trail was a nice 4 mile ascent and I seem to be paying for my youthful strides. It was great to chat with my Dad as we climbed. I’ve missed hiking with my Pops.
May
25 2009
May 26th, 2009 at 10:16 pm
Thanks for hiking with me, son.
May 27th, 2009 at 7:14 pm
Well, I’m jealous. It sounds like fun.
May 30th, 2009 at 1:53 pm
Ty, you are truly an amazing friend. You are an example to me in so many ways. I mean it.
June 5th, 2009 at 8:40 pm
The mountain calls as if to home.
Sometimes I go up there alone.
But mountain home is ne’r so sweet,
As when with family there I meet.
July 9th, 2009 at 4:00 pm
its nice to have such bonding