But the overlook on the other side of the saddle was remarkable, and the meadowy forest was magical. The whole thing has a vibe of Tent Ridge meets Monica Meadows: two of my favourite hikes.

Reaching the top of that mountain, feeling that swell of emotions and dopamine, is something I will never forget.

This picture was taken about seven years ago. My sons are four and seven here. I think I was in year two of divorce.