Failed to summit

Annie and I failed to summit Mt. Everest yesterday. The first trip to the mall with Silvi. We thought we were prepared. We had all the gear: Diapers? Check. Wipes? Check. Little hat? Check. Emergency flask of Jack Daniels for dad? Check.

We had trained for this day. Last week, we climbed El Capitan, with an outing to a French coffee shop. It was a flawless evening out. Silvi slept, well, like a baby. Annie and I thought we could go anywhere. We were ready for Mt. Everest. And we nearly perished.

It was that blasted little hat. As Silvi sat in her car seat, riding backwards, that little hat worked itself down over her eyes. And she absolutely hates that. From our angle, we couldn't figure out Silvi's frustration, so we continued to climb, hoping she would eventually fall asleep. That was not the case. We finally pulled over to calm her piercing shrieks, where we discovered her wicked hat. Exhausted, we got drive thru at McD's and headed back to base camp. Maybe next weekend.

Or the one after that.