Better things go wrong this time on our second attempt to hike up this peak in Death Valley National Park. Instead of starting a mile away on steep dirt road, we give the trailhead a try. That improves morale from the start. On the way up, I realize a couple of interesting things. One is that, if we make it up, this will be the first peak Ann and I have summited together. The second is that I have forgotten my camera. This amuses Ann, who likes to poke fun at my obsessive documentation. Of course she’s right; the clear, windy peak above rust, cream, and chocolate corduroy hills will make as good a memory as a photograph. Then again, I can have my revenge and document the experience here anyway. Ha!