As meaningful as the time spent viewing the mountain was, the walk back to camp was unexpectedly impactful. I realized about halfway down the path, that while I shared the path up to the mountain with my father's dust, he never made that walk down the path. His trip off the mountain was in a helicopter, a ride he also never experienced.
Overall the pilgrimage to Temple Crag was a deeply meaningful and fulfilling experience for me and everyone who went along. It was great having my uncle and cousin with me and wonderful to share the experience with two of my children.
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