Eulogizing a team mate at his memorial service with his his wife and two little daughters staring at me in the front row.
Same here except only one daughter in the front row.
Physically, a walk-in Dall sheep hunt in the Chugach range. The walk out took three days, and it rained the whole time. All of our stuff was soaking wet and the first leg was 3,000 vertical gain on bare rock with the heaviest pack I've ever attempted to carry, since the hunt was successful. We had to stop about every 100 yards or so to let the lactic acid in our leg muscles dissipate. The last leg was down a steep muddy non-trail where I took more than one tumble.
