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originally posted by: Flyingclaydisk
Harold, my father liked you so much, but you never respected him, and you left him when things were hard. You did.
One day, word got back to you, Harold, that my father had passed and you called me. You did, Harold. I told you of his last days, when I was with him...not you, but me. I cried. I never cry, but I did that day. I said I would take his ashes up to Sweetwater Gap, Wyoming in the high Wind River Range (his favorite place), and you said you wanted to go, Harold. You did say that...Harold. You did.
But when the time came to come to climb the impossible mountain in the Wind Rivers, Harold, you weren't there. You weren't
You were busy divorcing your wife of 50 years and sailing on your boat out in Seattle, but you weren't there, Harold; you said you would be, but you weren't.
Back in the day it took weeks to set up the camp, on mules and horseback, but we would go that one night, up, into Jeep territory, where we would almost roll the Jeep so many times I can't count, and then there was Block and Tackle Hill, but we did make it, we did. All those 4x4 magazines which said "Block & Tackle" was impossible,...yeah, we did it that night, but you weren't there, Hal, you weren't!
Yeah, we got stuck, but amazingly we got stuck up on top. Yeah, my winch was under water, Hal, it was...you f'ing loser!. I cut down about (8) trees that day, and you weren't there. Why? Because I was going to get to this one spot, and no matter what, I was going there!
Winched my truck though the deepest mud. Gawd, I could go on, but this story is epic.
Never give up!