While I was reading an account of the 1925 first ascent of Mount Logan, the tallest peak in Canada, a simple family connection became something more. The leader of that climbing party, Albert MacCarthy, was a great-uncle on my mother’s side. Sure, I’d heard about Uncle Albert through family stories. He and his wife, Bess, had beloved dogs that rode in the couple’s open car wearing goggles on their doggie faces to protect their eyes (another story entirely!) But after reading the Mount Logan story, my own drive to climb high in the mountains, which isn’t shared by any other member of my immediate family, made sense. I had a bond with my long-gone relative through vivid shared experience. Another connection detail emerged from the MacCarthy stories. Aunt Bess had been a mountain climber in her own right first, introducing her husband to the sport. A woman climber, just like me, in my family history!