George W. Pace on his way with three of his 10 daughters to visit Machu Pichu in Peru
In this 1995 essay, which was later published in the Case Reports (Vol 2) published by The Mormon Alliance, I talk about a tempest in a tea pot which nevertheless had wide ramifications in Mormonland during the early to mid-80s. My father was at the center of it. I don’t think he ever fully recovered. I remember that he liked this essay and that he kept a copy of it close by for a while.
MY FATHER CLIMBS MOUNTAINS.
Every year he takes several members of the family to the top of Mount Timpanogos. Sometimes we stay overnight at Emerald Lake; but most often we start out early, climb to the top, eat lunch, and then slide down the glacier on our way back down. Our feet become terribly sore, and our butts get bruised on rocks that have settled below the surface of the snow, but we go back every year anyway. Or so it seems. MORE
