It has been requested that the husband post.

I figured that you probably read the title of this post and had the same reaction as Camille here:

Thank you Camille. 

Every morning for the last month I have had the pleasure of getting up and riding this bike to work. I am really quite fond of this bike. It relaxes me. Thanks Levi. 

 I ride to work every morning looking at this: For 5 years I have woken up to this view. For five years I've talked of hiking this mountain again. I received the chance this week. 

Now, mind you, it is the end of June. The end of June usually looks a lot like this at the Hut at Emerald Lake. 

 

 We started hiking at 2am trying to catch the snow while it was still hard. I took this pic after the hike because its kinda dark at 2am.

 If you scroll back up to that picture of the hut above.... I am sitting on the chimney at 5am.

 Perfect. Absolutely Perfect. Wonderfully Perfect.  

 Emerald Lake is um...missing...

 If you look at the picture below, the cornice on the far right, we watched that one fall. Avalanches are a lot louder than you think. And more nerve racking.  

 So thats it. The Summit of Timp. 

 Then there is the matter of getting down. Glissading. If the opportunity ever presents itself to try glissading down steep snow...take it.  

Glissading is the act of descending a steep snow- or scree-covered slope via a controlled slide on one's feet or buttocks, and may be used to expedite a descent, or simply for the thrill. Just have an ice axe and know how to self arrest.

Lastly this picture needs no title, but you get one anyway. 

-Awesomeness- 

So there you have it. The post of the husband. Not nearly as heart warming as Jayne's. Not near as cute as the kids. If fact you're now wondering why you wasted the last 12 minutes of your life reading this. I figure the more I ramble the less likely Jayne will be to ask me to report on what strange activities I have again. For those who are more emotional, now you may shed tears of joy, for I am done. 

Love 

Caleb