July 1999: My 3 forever girlfriends (l to r: me, Trish, Anne Marie, and Krista) came to visit me in Denver from northern California. The airline lost Krista's luggage (major pain). We camped overnight and then hiked Mt. Evans, a 14er (for those of you non-Coloradoans a 14er is a mountain that peaks above 14,000 feet). It was a tough climb, lots of rocks. Little did I know that Mt. Evans is one of the few 14ers that have an actual, paved asphalt ROAD going up the other side of the mountain. I felt so incredibly stupid when we summitted and then noticed a stinkin' parking lot at the top of the peak.
We hitched a ride back down the mountain in the back of a Ford Pickup Truck.
Love you gals!
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