The cool thing about the mountains is that the possibilities are endless.  As I reach one pinnacle the next one looms off in the distance.  This has been going on for twenty years and has yet to let up. I came to the Wasatch to hit the Hypodermic Needle but along the way the needle has become a distant memory.  All focus is on the next objective, the next challenge, and the next high. Today I hiked up a Wasatch classic with Forrest Shearer.   It was a mellow day of bashing wind lips and shooting tubes but along the way the hit list got bigger.