Rig and I had committed Grandpa Steve to come on our annual Fourteener trip far in advance, but the week of the trip Sara expressed some disappointment with always being left at home. So I talked her into coming along with just a few days notice. She was a little apprehensive about her lack of training and experience but once I convinced her I wouldn't leave her alone in the wilderness the first time she asked for a break she was in.
Originally we were planning to climb Mt. Tyndall but since we had Mom as our celebrity guest, we decided we would let her have a crack at the Big Dog, Mt. Whitney.
We had more sun in the first 10 minutes than Rig and I did in two days on Rig's first trip up Whitney.
During our last guys trip someone raised the question of which one of our wives would be most likely to climb the Grand Teton. Sara's name was mentioned but I don't think she was put on the top of many people's list.
Rig and Sara viewing some deer.
This guy let me close enough I thought about jumping on his back.
The hike was beautiful and I felt spoiled to be sharing it with my wife.
Of our group I figured Sara to be the weakest link, but Rig was struggling more than usual.
Then I turned around to see this.
"What the heck? Are you seriously letting Mom carry your pack?"
After giving Rig a hard time, he insisted on taking his pack back from Sara but it was too late. I already had this photo and video proof.
We made a little over half of the elevation on the first day.
Rig, Sara and I all squeezed into a two man tent. I gave Sara my nice sleeping pad. That and the cramped sleeping quarters made for a long night.
Whatever Rig was missing the day before, he found for summit day. He motored to the top waiting occasionally for me and Mom to catch up.
We hiked all the way out that night. The last hour of it in the dark.