Farewell to Mount Rose

Yesterday I hiked Mount Rose, possibly for the last time.  I don’t know when I’ll be back, if I ever do come back to Reno.

Isn’t strange how sometimes goodbyes aren’t as dramatic as they should be? No matter how hard we try to remind ourselves that “this is the last one” or “I’ll never get the chance to do this again”, we can’t force the occasion to feel any different than it would otherwise.  Sometimes the last one or the last time just feels like every other time.

So this was my farewell hike up Mount Rose, and it was about like every other time I’ve hiked it.

That said – summiting an 11,000-foot mountain with incredible views of a gigantic blue mountain lake and a beloved city is still summiting an 11,000-foot mountain! And what a clear, beautiful day it was!