
I personally have tried and sometimes succeeded at climbing mountains. Often times, the hardest part in doing (pronounced do-ing as opposed to doyng) this is finding someone to go with you at the same time, desire, ability, and relative insanity as yourself. So I drags me wife and kids sometimes, but mostly it's this 17 year old kid, named
preston, who goes to our church who is
ridiculously similar to my 17 year-old self in many ways but not all (that would be too much of a burden on the world). So here we have two photographic accounts of attempts. The first is a failed attempt up Mt Eleanor, which was under a haze of forest fire (stinky)


The second here was a successful one, after trying to summit again the next morning, up to one of the most beautiful country I've ever been in, top to bottom, completely breath taking:
The Brothers. The ridge line rests on the western side of of Olympic National Forest and Olympic National Park.

The Valley of the Silent Men

The Grotto

Ridge Line/Failed summit attempt Day One

Camp site Morning of day two

Old Man Mildenhall heading up the trail about 1,500 feet below the peak

The Peak

Looking out from the peak

Preston looking out from peak

Resting and enjoying magnitude
Many have asked why... But the ones who ask are the ones who haven't done it. Replying to the interrogatives always comes up short, no matter what the words. I used to say "to get chicks" to satisfy the philistines, but that doesn't work anymore; besides, I am way too happy with my Beck