The South Sister, OR

"Where are you guys from?" asked a Bend resident in the Mt. Bachelor parking lot.

"Jackson, Wyoming."

"Where are you heading?"

"We're thinking about the South Sister."

"Does anybody know you're going up there?"

"Nope."

"Well, what if something goes wrong?"

"We'll make it out.  If we don't, Darwinism.  We deserve it."

"Shit you guys are hard core."

We're not actually.  We just didn't have any plans and were winging it.  After the conversation I called my mom and told her to call for help if she didn't hear from me in a couple days.  I forgot to tell her what mountain and what route, but it wouldn't have mattered since she'd forget anyway.  I called her the next day after we got turned around by weather, to say we were OK, but she had already forgotten the whole thing anyway.  You'd think a mom would be really good at remembering things like safety and sons.

The South Sister, S Face

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