Time was flying, and if we didn’t steal a little for a father-son outing now, who knows when we’d next have the chance? And this spirited boy - a nature-loving kid who as a toddler would gently pet the bumblebees drawn to our flower beds - was somehow just weeks away from his senior year of high school.
I invited my son, Elijah, to join me, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist an adventure in a park we hadn’t yet been to, especially one where starry nights and ancient bristlecone pines beckoned.
The author and his son on the Wheeler Peak Trail camera icon © TODD CHRISTOPHER
