In 2005, I signed up for a fundraising climb of Mt. Moran through Summit for Someone. Shortly after I signed up, my father was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. He fought hard for 7 months but ultimately the cancer got the best of him and he died. Three months later, I found myself in Jackson, Wyoming getting ready to climb Mt. Moran. It wasn’t until I arrived that I realized we were scheduled to summit on Father’s Day. For 12 hours, it was the most physically, mentally, and emotionally challenging experience of my life. We did reach the summit, though this experience was much more about the journey than the destination. Mt. Moran will always hold a piece of my heart.