The final Mountain Pass in Washington.
“Are you going to climb Sherman Pass?”
About ten different people asked Larry last night during dinner and beers. Each with a look of disbelief, then awe, followed by good wishes.
This morning he set off. To conquer.
“Do I have something in my teeth?”
But first a little air in his tires.
And he’s off.
He made it.
While Larry was conquering the mountain, I was conquering laundry.
He beat me to the campground.
“Follow me,” he said.
Now some planned R & R with good friends. I tell you about them later.
