So my kind wife let me go on two more hikes without her before the summer ended, she being round with baby. I finally got up the ridge of Mt. Olympus (north ridge), but not without disturbing a slumbering rattle snake with my hand. He made for a squishy handhold, but held nevertheless. The Paul brothers once again accompanied me on this one, they'll go anywhere and do anything.
The second hike was up Timp via her face. I'd always wanted to hike Timp, but didnt want to spend all day switchbacking her hindside. The goal was to drive around and park on the saddle to save a few hours, but Desh (my Subaru) wasn't up for dinging his underbelly so we ended up just parking him in PG and heading up Grove Creek. Well we made it to the ridge, then to the shed, and back down but not without my knees swelling and refusing to bend and my tear glands getting sweaty. Actually it was such an unpleasant bushwack of a descent that I decided I'd had enough hiking. For life.
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