"It's not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves."
- Sir Edmund Hillary
I've always been intrigued by nature, epic mountains and those who climb them. Have hiked only a handful of times in the past. But nothing has compared to this experience. I will forever be grateful for Mt. Jefferson being the first mountain I got semi-roped into climbing.
Caps Ridge Trail was equally terrifying as it was exhilarating. Starting on a moderate uphill incline canopied beneath the trees, as the moisture in the air hugged my lungs and my blood started pumping, I began to wonder how hard 5.3 miles could really be. My biggest obstacle was catching my breath, and it was by far the most difficult thing that I had to be mindful of and delicate with. So, unlimited breaks were taken and needed. God knows how much I hated this part of the hike, but seeing everyone pass us on their way down made me push through.
In case you guys were wondering.. Yes, my legs were jello.
Yes, the bourbon sure did help on the way down!..
.. and so did the butt-slides.