On Thanksgiving day Rik and I summited and unnamed mountain. The locals refer to it as Uphill Nelson, but I call it Mt. Mama since the final destination was mom and Uwe's house.
If my memory serves right - it was cloudy, but visibility was sufficient. We made it up without any mishaps or misdirected meanderings. Come to think of it I think we got a ride up with Mikale. Whatever the case, it's a steep road and we made it.
It's a significant elevation gain from our downtown suite. To put it in perspective, in the winter it rains down here and it snows up there. It wasn't snowing that day, but that's irrelevant.
At the summit of Mt. Mama we were treated to a scrumptious celebratory feast. Two words synonymous with Nelson: pot - luck. Hot damn, we were lucky indeed! Homemade dishes to honour our ethic brothers and sisters: cabbage rolls, Moroccan chicken, schezuan tofu, samosas and fruit cobbler.
I've attached photos from the summit. Enjoy!
tasty tofu summit shot mikale's well earned rest
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