Mt. Yale - 14,196 feet...one of God's glorious peaks.
On the trail at 5:30 am, I was able to summit 3 hours later....finally. My legs ached and wobbled but there was enough in them. Wow! The view from the top was amazing.
And then I went the other way...down. How did my knees survive? I couldn't believe how steep the last 2000' felt to my unitiated knees, but with persistence and breaks, they made it.
No guts, no glory...thank you, Lord for health and vigor!
Lookin' Up, Pastarod
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