|Fred, Rita, Diane, Mel, Steve, Carol, Al|
|Rita and Diane entering the forest|
|Stopping to rest before starting the final push to the top|
|Trillium turning pink with a wild bleeding heart behind|
|Mt. Baker on the left, Twin Sisters on the right|
|Me and Rita, sitting on our blow-up seats and enjoying the view|
Now that I have had a shower to wash off all that salt and sweat, am halfway through my glass of wine, and almost finished with my post, I'm feeling pretty good. Relatively speaking, that is. I'm not willing to get out of my chair, but Rita? She's already donned her dancing shoes after a quick shower. I'm not kidding: she's going dancing! Do I belong to a cool group of seniors, or what?