Barry the Mountain-Goat: Cimbing Mt. Nebo

{this is a bit of a rough draft, I'll have to return to edit it soon}
In [about] 2005, I was in Utah.
I had been interested in climbing Mount Nebo, the highest peak on the Wasatch front {I believe} for several years.
Dad said he'd like to join me. I believe that he had climbed up to the South Peak a few years earlier with Margaret, Steve, ..[a few others]. They agreed that it had been a rather challenging hike. This report whetted my appetite all the more.
I do not remember all of the details of that march at this moment [I may have some notes on it in an old journal-I'll plan to check that before the final edit.] But I recall that the weather was rather favorable, though a bit windy as we gained altitude.
Though it was a bit of a long grind, everything was going well, except that it began to become clear to us that our water was likely to run out before the miles did. We began to ration our dwindling supply.
Eyed trickle from out of the hillside thirstily; though at the time I/we still rather wary of contracting [water-borne..] Giardia [since that time/or shortly thereafter..because of this..risk =exaggerated, at this height, & little likelihood of many animals [prime carriers]..
finally could see the peak above us. a long slow, fairly steep, windy haul. By now,the altitude and thirst were slowing our steps. We finally arrived about 7 or 8 others were arriving or resting at the peak. congratulating one another on successfuly completeing the climb.
enjoyed the view; but (now almost completely out, our thirst was insisting that we begin our descent.
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I looked North there were two other peaks evenly spaced, stretching along the summit line much of it connected by a knife-edge, with shear cliffs on either side, perhaps a quarter mile between each. On the far end was the North Peak ofNebo, the highest by a mere [? 26 feet]
I looked at the North Peak for several seconds, then back to Dad. " I have to do it, you know." I said. " From my point of view, that's the peak' and I didn't come this far to turn around before reaching the peak."
He shook his head, but I don't recall him really trying to disuade me. He told me to be careful. I told him to hurry down, that I'd catch up to him on the trail.
When I headed out some of the others there looked rather incredulous
...a bit tricky, and quite windy; it was not much fun really. Relieved to get back to the South Peak. , then raced down to catch Dad.
Caught him in 25min ?
We were very thirsty..trudging; finally had to take a few sips from those little rivulets, cold and delcious! Trudged on down. a little worried about Giradia, but after another mile, wished I had drunk more deeply, and filled my water bottle.
Finally made it back to the car shortly after dark; headed for a store to find a drink! Wow, a great climb!
People are invariably amazed when I brag about my father, the retired banker,
climbing 5000 vertical feet at age [75?]!