Well, John, it has been four and a half years since you, Gina and I trekked up Carr Peak in Southern Arizona. That morning, back in July 2006, your better half, Alex was not feeling well halfway through your Arizona trip that started at the Grand Canyon, included four wheeling down the Pony Express trails outside of Phoenix and ended down in Sierra Vista with a washed out fourth of July evening where the fireworks and the summer thunderstorm sounded all the same.
That day, we hiked the three mile trail up to the top where the now infamous picture of you sitting down drinking out of the camelback with a backdrop of the town 5,000 feet below was taken.
Last weekend, we hiked up Miller Peak, the slightly taller and slightly longer trek right next to Carr Peak. At the top was a very bitter sweet moment reflecting on life and the tremendous adventures you experienced in your short time on this Earth. The fullness of the last year of your life is still a benchmark I try to attain everyday.
Rest a sure, for 10 minutes on top of Miller Peak looking down at your mountain and reminiscing about the past, I was on top of the world.
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