For 6 months, my sister, my son Indie (10), and myself, had been planning a summit bid of Mt. St. Helen's in WA, which would be Indie's first big mountain. The date *happened* to be set for 3 days after the day we would find out about my dad Bill's passing. God's timing is always perfect. We camped at Climber's Bivouac 2, trailhead for the Monitor Ridge route. Played a little catch in the parking lot, slept a view minutes, and hit the trailhead at 3:01a. The weather simply couldn't have been better. Other than a 40-50mph gale on The Ash Field near the summit, it was a perfect blue bird day. So proud of Indie battling the elements, carrying his own pack, and tagging his first summit, 24 years after I first summited, and 23 after his aunt Heidi. A handful of photos from those climbs included. While it was incredibly emotional, and physically draining, it ended up being the perfect way to memorialize our dad and grandpa Bill, the man responsible for giving us a deep love for the P...