Two years ago, Mike and I tried to get to the top of Snow Peak and failed miserably. Today we made it.
Just as we turned onto the logging road going up to the old fire lookout we came across this beauty. It flew along the road, just ahead of the Jeep, before finally taking off into the tree tops. It was a lovely welcome.
We hit snow part way up.
And more snow.
Just enough to let us know we weren’t alone.
And just the right amount to make for a lovely hike.
And a slippery final scramble to the top.
Where Cola showed us up.
But the view was worth it.
And the company was grand.
We did a little math and decided we’ve been coming up here for 40 years. Here’s to another 40.
Love, peace, and a long and happy life!