Life in the fast lane with the Ray’s is full speed ahead and always on the go. Yesterday Dick and I climbed the Crater Lake Trail and I found out that high altitude sickness is real. Turns out I’m fine at 11,999 feet but that one step forward to 12,000 is a killer. Lots of water and rest, almost back.
I lied, I was healed almost immediately when Dick murmured, “golf anyone?” Wonderful weather at about 65 all day and fun round of golf, I’m back!
So my man cave at the Ray’s was broken into last night about 10:00 when I got the call, “Marc, come pick me up”. Turns out one of the ladies had to go to the emergency room for some issues (update, she’s getting better) and Joanie needed to come here since they would depart early.
Good news, my sweet sweet wife is back where she belongs. Bad news, my corner to corner sleeping is officially over. Oh, the good ole days.
Out to that hidden spot on the mountain for happy hour, pictures to come.
It may have been my cockiness that got me!
Dick taking me home.
Beetle kill tearing up the mountain.
Joan petting Scotland Highland cow.
Tuesday night ladies.
McGaffs On The Fly 