For a time when I was younger, I thought I should grow up to be a doctor, like my Dad. Instead, I’ve become a hiker, like my Dad. A born West Virginian Mountain Man, his adventures on foot make mine look mild. To wit: in May, he hiked all the way from the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, down to the Colorado River and back in one day. That’s 19 miles, over 12,000 feet of elevation change, in one go.
We’ve taken quite a few epic hikes together over the past few years: here are a few of my favorite pix from the Scottish Highlands, the Canadian Rockies and Old Rag Mountain in Virginia, which we climbed last year for my 31st birthday. Happy Father’s Day, Dad!