I'd all but written it off. Gave up. Told myself I missed the window to add another notch to my Lolo Peak belt. I had been trying for a few weeks to rally the troops to make a summit push, but it just wasn't happening. The reasons were all legit (illness, out-of-town, work schedule, hungover), but that didn't make it an easier pill to swallow. I eventually gave up on the idea and admitted to myself that I was going to have to wait another year to conquer the beast. Considering that I am about to embark on The Epic Adventure (more on that in later posts), and need time to wrap my mind around it, I figured Lolo couldn't happen this late in the season. Then, last Friday night, I heard it was on. A Saturday walk in the hills was planned. After a moment of taking stock of where I was in regards to The Epic Adventure, I decided I could do it. In fact, NEEDED to do it. At the 4-mile mark, there is a nice place to take a seat and have some lunch. When we got here, the weather was looking rather fugly. Clouds, wind, and almost certain rain or snow heading our direction. But there was also a chance it would miss the peak entirely. After a few minutes of cell phone checking, joke making and attempts at future reading, we bucked up and went for it. Of course, we wound up getting rained, snowed and hailed on, but the summit was conquered. At the top, visibility was pretty crummy, although one could see the distant lightning  and hear the thunder crystal clear. Terrific.

All in all, it was a good decision to go for it as Greg had never been to the top and Kurt had a beard to set free.  And the beers at the car taste so much better when drank in celebration than defeat.