We could see the peak but most of the people out there didn’t look interested in going to the top because to get there you literally had to rock climb. I looked at Rachel and said that when we get back home her dad was going to ask me if I made it to the peak and if my answer was no he would look down on me for the rest of my life.
So up the rock wall we went, scrambling up these rocks until we finally made it to the tip top of the world. (or so it felt) the views were unbelievable. They even had a little mailbox up there with tons of things that others had left, and little notes of everyone’s names who have made it to the peak. I wrote Rachel and my name on a little paper and slipped it into the box so that we have proof we both made it.
Our hike down was actually the hardest part. Our knees were hurting so bad and my feet had blisters all over em, not to mention we drank all our water on the hike up, so we had nothing for the whole hike down. It took about 3 hours to do the whole thing which is exactly what our map said. We finished off the hike by going to chevron for our well deserved sodas.