Don’t ever go on a hike with your mother.
These are words of wisdom that I wish I would have known about before I attempted Mount Leconte with my mother.
You see, my mother is blind in one eye, diabetic, and recently has a trick hip.
This story began a few years ago after a family Christmas in the Smokey Mountains. My mother grabbed a brochure for this super-cool lodge that is only accessible by foot. I wanted to go. She wanted to go. We couldn’t ever coordinate schedules.
Finally, the moon and the stars aligned. Mom would be in the area with my dad, I had a few days off from the day job, and my brother agreed to ride with me the 10 hours to meet them. We sent our non-refundable payment and waited for the big walk. Mom assured me she was walking three miles on her treadmill each day. Yeah. Right.
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