The last time I attempted to climb South Sister was way back in the late 70’s. I was probably 8 or 9 and my family hiked into Green Lake and camped out with friends. During the night a horrible storm passed through bringing rain, sleet & snow. By morning everything was white and clouded in. Needless to say, we didn’t even come close to gaining much elevation (other than that of Green Lake).
This time I certainly gained a greater altitude before blisters and an uncomfortable nephew set our sites a little lower than the summit. The trip had a singular goal of placing my mothers ashes on a mountain she loved to hike. After an initial scattering at a lower elevation, one all who loved her could attend (even if they had cancer and couldn’t walk very far), it was decided that Tom, Amee & Zac would disperse the remainder. I felt I couldn’t be left out since the mountain summit still called to me. This turned out to be a good thing since Tom was ill for the week prior. So the three of us (sans Tom) took my mother up the mountain as far as Zac & I could manage.
Finished. Mission accomplished. Ready to get my boots off and into some open shoes.
Maybe I’ll summit it in September if things work out.