The tally for the morning muster at the trailhead was one short of a dozen. Ten venerable gentlemen and one distinguished lady. The Tuesday target: Summerlin Peak. Situated in the far northwestern valley at just over 5000 feet, Summerlin Peak is the guardian of the western beltway. On this glorious winter day, all 11 hikers would set foot on her summit, seven for the first time.
And we had reason to sing as John Novicky was celebrating his 58th birthday. Following the rousing chorus, we opted to bag the next peak to the west. Was it Bighorn Peak or Peak 5365? Quien sabe? No one seemed to care, so we duly signed the log and began our long, tedious descent back to the dirt road. Nice and easy does it. No heroics on the tricky down-climb.
Five hours, six miles, 3150 vertical feet of climb, minimum bloodshed, maximum laughter. Twas another good day in the mountains.
Yellow Line Indicates Change in 2013