Dad wanted to climb Mt. Shasta so we went! Jake, Dad and I
figured out the logistics and we got together in late June. Highlights include:
Camping in Dad’s new trailer, getting to 13,000 feet together and summiting
alone, glissading 3000 feet down in 30 minutes, Type 2 fun (when it is fun to
talk about it now, but at the time it was a grueling slog), a kind lead guide,
family bonding time, safe return home- not-so-bad soreness!
