Life Lesson: The Mountain Will Win and Your Wife is Right
We hold these truths to be self-evident.
Years ago I took my four-wheeler for a Saturday spin near Mt. Charleston (Nevada). It’s not too far from my home in northwest Las Vegas and there was a spot on top of one of the peaks I’d been itching to try and reach.
Of course, I took on this adventure by myself — genius that I am — with the idea my invincibility would keep me out of any real trouble.
I drove my quad up the short ramps into the back of my truck bed, strapped it down, hopped in the cab of the truck, and was off!
Stopping at a spot just off the main road, a couple turns off the pavement and found an empty area in the brush and parked. Lifting myself onto the tailgate, I started the engine to let it warm up.
After unstrapping the quad, I pulled on my gloves and a full-face helmet. The ramps in place, I climbed back into the truck bed and swung my leg up and over the seat. Reaching back with my right hand, I released the bent-over pole harboring a small flag…
