My friend Terry reminded me today that there was a time in my life when a close group of friends would climb Mt. Pleasant (Standing Stone to some) in Lancaster, OH almost on a nightly basis during the summer. When we were young, we’d climb because it was something to do after work. When we got older, we drag a 12 pack of beer up with us. Now we climb only once a year. But we still climb.
The Mountain holds a very dear place in my heart and for years I thought that I would have the opportunity to write a book or a movie about it. And so I’ve kept it from you. But I’ve had a change of heart.
Some Mountain stories are too personal to tell. Fortunately for you, many are not.
I’ll start tonight.