The Somewhat-less-grand Traverse
It’s difficult to describe how tired I was. For some people exposure isn’t a big deal, but maybe because I hadn’t been in this type of situation in a while, for me, it was rugged.
The third day didn’t involve technical roped climbing, so I decided the night before (without hesitation or remorse) that I would hike down to the car.
I didn’t waste any time and was back in the parking lot by early afternoon, and sleeping in my bed in Missoula by the end of the day.
I am grateful for the opportunity to do something hard. It had been a little while.
