Finally, after 12 years and three attempts, my climbing partner Reg and I were standing on the summit of Kit Carson Peak in southern Colorado.
It was a glorious day. Clear. No wind. One more Colorado 14er marked off the list. All that was left was to glissade down the softening snow field we had climbed in the early morning hours, pack up, and head back to the trail head.
But first, since it was the first time in 2 days we had any cell phone reception; I decided to share the victorious moment with my lovely bride. (FYI, there is great cell phone coverage when you are standing at 14,000+ feet in Colorado).
Me: “Traci, we made the summit!”
Traci; in a tone that was at once unimpressed, irritated, and smirkingly vengeful: “Great. By the way,