When I was much younger, before we moved to the states my father would occasionally take me hiking up Mt. Damavand. This is one of the earliest and fondest memories with my father. We would start before the sun was even up and by the time we got to a place where the sun was coming up, we were having tea and a soft-boiled egg on the mountain.
I know when my father is outside he is in his element. I know when I am outside exploring, I am in my element something my father showed me a passion for. Something I am forever grateful for.
This week my niece and my daughter were invited to spend the week with my dad in Washington. Yesterday they went to Mt. Rainier. It definitely brought back fond memories for me, and I hope the girls had a magical time as I did when I was younger.