After the service someone asked me if I would still climb or would it now be too risky. Having seen death would I change my lifestyle? Or would I stay true to what I loved and all the great things my dad and I had seen and experienced in the mountains together. As I’m sure many climbers have found, I felt myself drawn back to the mountains, back to the wild places, and of course back to El Cap. I decided that I would take a small urn with some of his ashes up the Captain with me as a remembrance. I had climbed the Zodiac last year (2011) and while it was intense and scary it felt like we where dialed and the route went smoothly. We climbed it in three nights and had a blast. I felt like I needed to up the ante and get on a route that was longer and harder to see if I could hack it. My friend John who I had climbed the triple direct with in 2009 was psyched and we started planning. We decided on Mescalito as our top choice because it looked hard but not too ridiculous.