When we reach Baldy South there is a group of 10 or more people up there, with the youngest I saw maybe being 50(?). I am pretty much mentally put in my place, and I sincerely hope I am still doing stuff like this when I am their age.
When I come puffing up the ridge to the peak like Thomas the Tank Engine I look at them all and say “well crap, why didn’t anyone tell me there was a shuttle bus up here?!?!”
They all laugh and we carry on… down a massive scree slope to the connecting ridge to Baldy West.
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