Monday July 12, 2010
I think I’m finally starting to get it.
It could have something to do with the perfect weather, the great mentors and the lung-burning, headache-inducing desire to get there.
OK. I may be a little dramatic right there. But, according to my climbing partners, I “ran” to the top of Mt. Adams. But at 12,200 feet, you don’t run. I just picked up the pace. I couldn’t help it. The summit was right there. I could taste it. I could almost touch it. I could see others on top of it. It was my turn. Read the rest of this entry »