We made it! It was, overall, just as hard as I remembered from 30 years ago, when I climbed it with my dad; there’s only 50% as much oxygen as at sea level, when you get to the top. I told Wade I wouldn’t push him; whether he summited was up to him. I had fully explained what to expect, though, and when the nausea, headache & utter exhaustion kicked in on the final ascent, he battled through it with great determination. I’m so proud of him, and so grateful to be able to give him this experience, like my father gave me when I was 16.
