Happy Birthday Big Brother!
In your honor, I climbed Australia's tallest mountain.
Half way up Mount Kosciuszko, Ivan, Hugo and I walked straight into a cloud.
With very few and brief exceptions, it never left us.
Here we are at the summit. There was a bitter, biting wind we had to brace ourselves against just to keep our balance. I can still hear our clothing flapping madly around our bodies.
At the very top, getting pummeled by the wind. Isn't it a grand view?
It is actually. I am on the top of Australia right now. It is cold. It is windy. It is foggy. And it is fantastic.
Happy Birthday Jack! See you tomorrow.
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