Admission of Failure

I almost made it. I could've made it, if there were more time. I'm a fat and lazy bastard, and that's why I didn't make it... it being the summit of Mt. Sherman in Fairplay, CO. I did make it 2/3 of the way up, but by then my super-fit brother/hiking partner was on his way back down. We guessed that I had another hour to go before hitting the top, and he didn't want to sit there for over an hour and wait on my flabby behind. So we called it good, and we'll hit it again in a week or so.

However, the best part was the snow slide down (except for the rocks)! There was a saddle that never melted, which ended in a huge flat snowfield; Eddie took my jacket, and I put on some neoprene pants (ya know, cause I look cool that way, and cause they're basically made of slick plastic), and we slid about 50 feet to the bottom. Somehow, I slipped a touch too far to the left, and ended up grounding myself on two softball-sized rocks, but everything's still working right thus far.

So, despite my total inability to breathe the thin air I've been living in for nearly 2 years, and the toll that takes on my hiking capacity, it was a good day. Some of the photos will be posted as soon as my lil bro e-mails them back to me.