5,267 Feet of Rock
At age forty-five, I wanted to climb Mount Katahdin to prove to my older brothers I was no longer their baby sister. Guess what happened?
By Elizabeth Peavey
I can't say my two older brothers were exactly ecstatic when I suggested the three of us hike Katahdin together. "I'm not sure that I can babysit the two of you kids up and down the mountain," replied Jeffrey, the eldest, to my email request. "Who wants to read about three old dorks huffing up a mountain? All right, two old and one odd," added the middle child, Jim.The fact is, it took some convincing, even though I, the baby of the family at forty-five and the only girl, wasn't even really sure why I wanted to do it.
