Marcy Kennedy is a serious baby boomer – divorcing after 37 years, adjusting to an empty nest, caring for her 91-year-old father and climbing Mount Adams, at 12,276 feet the second highest peak in Washington. All were inevitable, except nobody, especially her three adult sons, could fathom Kennedy with crampons and an ice ax scrambling over lava rocks and glacier, through thin oxygen, to the summit of a mountain. She took them camping once as young children, but it was too dirty, too wet and too much cooking.