The highlight of an otherwise very low-key July 4th weekend was my annual hike up Mt. Olympus. Rebecca and I were on the trail at 6:10 a.m. and made it to the saddle before 9:00a, just before the sun crept over the ridge, which made for great hiking. The clambor to the top is always the most fun, and we enjoyed a nice snack while overlooking the vast Salt Lake Valley, despite the emerging haze.
It's always a tough hike, although I was in better shape this year than the last two. It's not the 3.2 miles each way, but the 4200-foot elevation gain that takes it out of you. Still, although a little tired Saturday afternoon, I felt pretty good. It's definitely coming back.
It's a little tradition that I've grown to look forward to, usually on a summer holiday weekend. And we vowed to keep doing it, at least until we have taken the grandchildren. That's a good incentive for staying in shape. And, of course, the satisfaction of knowing the gravitational pull of age does not keep you from scaling great heights.
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