Sometimes we have more in common with the generations that came before us than we realize. When my mom was a kid, my Grandpa would take her hiking every weekend in Colorado's Rocky Mountains. They loved it! Every weekend my grandma would go along just to be a good sport and walk the dog. She didn't love it so much.
I'm a third generation Colorado native and I had never climbed a 14er before. I climbed Mt. Bierstadt in honor of my Grandma Meryl, who also didn't see what all the fuss is about.
The climb turned out to be pretty fun, maybe Mom and Grandpa were onto something after all!