CT Pastors For 55 summers, Trevor Sargent had come to the same family cabin, sat on the screened porch, and looked up at Mount Columbia’s granite, pines, and patches of winter snow. It dared him to summit. He’d always found a reason not to. This time he was out of excuses—and out of company. Linda was here but wasn’t interested in a pre-dawn departure. Some of the fellas from church might have been up for the climb, but none of them were able to make it to Colorado this summer.
