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8 months ago
Back in 2004, as part of a ‘troubled teens,’ outward-bound-esque, six-week misadventure, I spent two weeks hiking in the wilderness of Northern Idaho, Montana, and Washington. Our highest climb was Black Peak in the Cascades. Only 8,970 feet, but it was the first real hiking I’d ever done, and getting to the top (it was quite a scramble over the skree fields and ice) was really, y’know, empowering.
Yeah, climbing up there was tiring, but getting down was worse. Managed to lose two toenails and slice up my knee.
Still, I’d do it again, and would recommend it to anyone. Being on one mountaintop and watching it rain on another one miles away was pretty damn cool. Do it.