"I didn't know you were a pickup man," she teased.
Signs of the party the night before still remained, from the garbage bags awaiting pickup to one table with two wine glasses still present.
"I wish I'd started that young," one of the climbers said as he and two of the others began tossing their gear into the back of a pickup truck.
Traffic was light—nonexistent by eastern standards—made up mostly of Jeeps or pickup trucks, the latter with a dog pacing the back bed in perfect balance.
A few minutes later the truck engine started and he backed the Dodge 4x4 pickup out of the garage.