Remember when you were a small child and your mom said you were going to get to go to Six Flags/Disneyland/whatever in a few days? Remember how you couldn’t sleep and you kept asking “Is it today? Is it today?” and it never was, or at least seemed like it never was? Remember when the day finally got there you almost couldn’t stay in your skin you were so excited?
I still get that way. Except, instead of Six Flags ($45 so I can go spend the day in 105 degrees and eat bad, expensive food? Ummm, let me think about it, NO), it’s The Summit.