You know, trail names, climbing routes, and animals seen are all taken with a left-handed sort of pride, NOW I remember telling her this summit hasn't been repeated in a decade, that I saw 5 bears, that if there ever was a trail it's gone now and 1100 feet of devil's club got me back on track.
From now on it's fuzzy bunnies on the pink fleece cloud trail for me.
What an idiot telling her about the years of S&R tales.
Way too many of my stories have a "and then the sun went down as the first snowflakes came down in earnest" part.
Soft sell the trip, take a partner, cancel out of half of the doubled number of trips, work on a nice romantic outing, make more money, lose ten pounds, keep our daughter occupied, so ... I can climb Glacier Peak in Oct., yippee.