Meet Mount Sherman. He was a rocky fool.
A storm rolled in just as Beth and I were about to summit -- the boys had already made it to the top and we knew we had to hustle.
We pushed and pushed and pushed to finally make it to the top, took ONE group photo (this is not acceptable for me), and hauled back down. Ryan was really worried about the storm and told the group to walk as fast as we could, without falling down the rocks of course.
It rained on us a lot and Zia had to get a free ride in Ryan's jacket because she was so cold, but we all made it back safe and sound.