During our trip out to San Diego for the holidays, Lars and I decided to ask my cousins Nick & Trevor to go on a hike with us up Iron Mountain with their dog, Max. They agreed. We were a little skeptical that they would enjoy it but I knew they would NEVER EVER whine in front of Lars because he’s “too cool” to whine at. We had a great time with a little bit of bouldering and crafting of boats to go down a waterfall mixed in with the trek. Below is one of my new all-time favorite photos of me, Nick, Trevor and Max taking a well-deserved rest at the top.
It was a devastatingly clear day and we could see for miles and miles from the top–not only could we see downtown San Diego, but also the Catalina, San Clemente and Coronado Islands.
We had only one minor injury on the hike from Trevor running, subsequently falling, and then scabbing his little knee. He didn’t realize he had broken the skin until we got to the car and seemed pretty excited that he thought he could see his bone. Nick was quick to point out that his bone was not popping out of his knee and it was “just tissue”. Surprising that a major injury, or lack thereof, seemed to be so disappointing to the little guy.