Heather and I just got back from a long weekend. We celebrated our twenty years of marriage! That’s nothing short of a miracle, in today’s world.
On Saturday we hiked up the face of one of the Maroon Bells, a mountain near Aspen. Our goal was to have lunch at a waterfall I had seen signs of but never been to.
Not possible. The face was so sheer that there was no place for us to sit to have lunch! I was clinging to a rock while I took this photo. Heather was debating how to get back down to a safer place to descend.
In the end, we were thankful that we survived. (I’m being a little overly‐dramatic, but we wouldn’t hike up there again, even though it was quite beautiful.)