There was a time when they were younger with less responsibility (less children/less demanding wives, me) that climbing Mt Timpanogos was a yearly spring ritual. Mr. Dave shows up to take Ben out of my hair for 2 days (j/k sweet heart, I love you!) anyway Dave proceeds to laugh at Ben’s hardly technical gear and refit him before the trip, “crampons, ice ax, Are you really going to take that? How old is it?” And so the tradition goes. They load into one of their trucks and drive off to snow covered adventure.
After a few years off, this year they were at it again. Past Christmas and Birthdays have provided Ben with better gear although he still uses some of Dave’s (Ice ax and crampons are out of my shopping radar). After packing up they jumped into Dave’s truck and returned to their old friend.

This picture prompted me to buy Ben a new backpack for his birthday!


The guys climbed Friday afternoon and into the evening. Before dark they stopped and carved out a flat spot in the steep snow to pitch their tent and sleep. In the morning they continued to the summit just in time to race down so Dave could make it to family pictures. Ben returned home Saturday afternoon tired, dirty, and happy. So, with luck, the tradition is reborn.


























