My soon-to-be 93-year-old dad is a handful, to say the least.
He not only retains all his mental faculties, but swims laps for a full hour seven days a week.
So, I shouldn’t have been surprised when Pop-Pop (as everyone calls him) told me he wanted to tag along with my son, Chris, and me the next time we climbed New Hampshire’s rugged Mt. Washington.
Pop-Pop suggested he, and my older brother, Russ, ride the so-called Cog Railway to the top of Mt. Washington and then rendezvous with Chris, me and our superb guide, Art Mooney. Once we were all standing atop the 6,288-foot peak, Pop-Pop promised he’d raise his arms and repeat Julius Caesar’s famous line, ‘Veni. Vidi. Vici.’ (I came. I saw. I conquered.)
Well, Mother Nature had plans of her own.
We were forced to postpone the first day thanks to a torrential rain of biblical proportions.
Despite an equally gloomy forecast for our second, and final, day, we set out to make Pop-Pop’s dream a reality.
Art’s blog and photographs provide a moving account of our experience.
Suffice it to say that, despite driving rain, winds of 40 miles per hour and temperatures of 35 degrees, Pop-Pop ended up throwing his arms around Russ, Chris and me, and shouting, ‘Vini. Vidi. Vici!
Three generations of Cody men had, indeed, fulfilled Pop-Pop’s dream and stood astride the summit of New England’s highest (and most treacherous) peak.
Nice photo…sorry to see that Meatball was not in attendance.
Terrific story and determination and it was nice of the Cody clan to make his dreams come true. Count your blessings that he is still around to share these treasured moments with his family.