On top of Mt. Whitney, all covered with snow,
There was this old teacher, too worn out to know.
Better.
The hike up was one that took my breath away, literally. I was about to turn around at 12,787 feet. My chest hurt, my back hurt, and it seemed like I took a break every few hundred feet. A few hikers coming back from moonlight summits said to just keep on going, one step at a time. Of course they were going downhill. Easy for them to say. I started at 7:00 and finished summiting around 1:00. Downhill was marginally faster but I took care with my finicky ankle. Dinner was ready around 7:00. That made for a long and arduous day. Here are a few pictures.
Hikingsolo
Wow, you'll be glad you did once you recover!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like a metaphor for life. Did you really think it was going to be easy? Prepare as much as you can and you still have to create your teeth and power through. It is all about compartmentalizing the pain and discomfort.
ReplyDeleteSeriously though, a remarkable feat that you will have a indelibly playing in the theater of your mind forever. It looks wonderful! Well done sir!