The trail seemed never ending. After rock climbing for a solid mile and a half the trail returned to a easy walk. The summit was close and it was calling us. The trail narrowed and we were surrounded by evergreens. There fresh aroma filled the air. We could all feel a cool breeze kissing our warm faces, we were close and all knew it. With our last bit of energy we finish off strong. All together we finally met the summit. All crying, all tired as dogs but so happy. The view was incredible. Just mountains as far as the eye could see speckled with the fiery colors of fall. We all collapsed and ate in silence just taking in the view. All knowing that dad would have been equally as in awe of the beauty.
Once we had all finished we gathered in a circle. It was more than just a hike, it was another door that I could close on my road of mourning. I felt so proud of myself and I knew that he was proud of me. I walked in his footsteps just as he would have wanted me too. This was his happy place and we were all the people that he would want there to share it with him.. So we toasted to him with shots of scotch and of course a shot for dad.
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