Richard led the string of 4 wheelers up the familiar road. I
have been making my way to Daisy Peak for nearly 20 years, but for my cousins
Daisy has been their back yard where they’ve trailed sheep and hunted. Now we
visit my dad’s marker at the top.
It was Dad’s wish to finally rest on Daisy Peak that brought me to this
place and the generosity of my cousins that has bound me to it. Richard stopped
at all the old spots: throughways for trailing sheep, parks for letting them
graze, meeting places for supply drop offs, and the traditional family picnic
spot in a stand of old growth evergreens that was spared in the 1909-10 fire.
We didn’t picnic there this time. I was anxious to get the to top, but of
course we should have. It was cool and perfectly suited.
