You'd probably think I didn't like this trip if I told you that I sprained my ankle on the incredibly steep trail, that all that was left of the wildflowers were brown dried petals, clouds blocked the view of Mt. Hood and that the wind was FREEZING. But, you'd be wrong. Despite all that, I left early in the am and had the summit all to myself. Peaceful and beautiful. Not sure how the women I passed on the way down with sandals and cigarettes fared though.
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