After last year’s disastrous hike, during which we hiked about a mile the wrong way through a field of poison ivy with only a coat of Nu-Skin holding the remaining skin on our heels to the rest of our bodies, Jim and I had to redeem ourselves in Rocky Mountain National Park.

Yesterday’s snow and ice precipitation was gone, so there was only one problem – 9,000-10,000 feet of elevation. Compared to last year’s catastrophe of Jim’s Waffle House waitress forgetting to bring his waffle, this didn’t seem to be a big deal. Nobody forgets Jim’s waffle – nobody.