Two men reached the edge of the trees. The wind was a hurricane and mountain pines shook and thundered. The beards of the men were covered in frost as they went in and out of mist, kicking steps up the long long slope, muttering, “Only 1600 km to Mexico…only 1600 km..”
They paused and looked up at the lofty summit.
Gasp wheeze cough sputter. ..
…step step step…
“Only 1599.9 km to Mexico…”
Last week we managed to slog up Mount Elbert – the Roof of the Rockies and the 2nd highest mountain in the Lower 48. The view was magical. Even though it’s huge, it’s not difficult. Just a matter of placing one foot in front of the other and carrying on.