Signing the contract. Note the stunned expression. Note the golf cap. Note the word “BELIEVE” hanging just over my shoulder. Gives you goose bumps, huh?

Finish line. Chera and I finish our first marathon. Yeah, we’re clasping hands, but mostly she’s keeping me from tipping over.

New backpacks. All those extra pockets come in real handy for packing along extra Vienna sausages—a delicacy at 13,000 feet.

Pikes Peak summit. A great moment. Also, a moment before we realized we still had a 13-mile hike back down to the car.