Early in our relationship, Allison and I were in Vail and were headed for Boulder. Before the dawn of smartphone maps and GPS guided driving, I looked at the map and saw a “shortcut” on US 34 through RMNT. Later we would come to learn this is Trail Ridge Road, the highest paved road in North America. Unbeknownst to me, Allison was deathly afraid of heights and spent the entire drive under the cover of a beach towel.
Never one to be defeated, Allison was determined to take us to the top of Trail Ridge. With both hands gripping the wheel, three kids in the back, and me as her trusty navigator/motivator in the passenger seat, she pointed the minivan up elevation and headed up the mountain.
Never a waver, bobble, or concern expressed, she took the Vini up switchback after switchback, cresting 9,000 feet, then 10,000, then 11,000, and finally crossing over 12,125 feet at the top. She did it. I couldn’t have been more proud of her. She will be the first to admit the view was a lot better than the underside of a beach towel.