Sunday, after my grandaughter's 1st birthday luau the day before, my wife, my boy and I did the Manitou Incline. I have done some difficult things in life but I'm not sure anything tops this. My wife is still in her 50's for a couple months, I turned 70 last Saturday. I looked at this thing every trip out and we decided if not now, never. Started out strong until step 800. Winded and we ain't started climbing. My son, "the coach" yelled at me the whole way. being 34 and having done it in plate carriers gave him that right. Payback for my "coaching" soccer, little league, wrestling back in the day. At step 1800 he went ahead to hydrate and feed the wife up ahead. Soon as he lefy I went down, 1st sitting, then laying. I told HIM "If'n I'm dying this is a perfect spot!" Folks gathered, around gave mass doses of electrolytes and one said "It's OK if you go back down, Pops." As soon as my boy got back we were up and step by step, one by one, after 4.5 hours there it was, 2768! There ain't no more. Coming down that 5 mile "disorganized but marked rock slide" took another 2.5 hours. Them "teenage whippersnappers" running back down the steps are nuts. Young but nuts nevertheless. My wife is the 2nd member of my new club, "The One and Done Society" Being founder I get top spot.
Also glad to get back to the heat, humidity and hurricane. Life is good. Joe
PS 1 pic looking up, the other view from the top.
Also glad to get back to the heat, humidity and hurricane. Life is good. Joe
PS 1 pic looking up, the other view from the top.

