Look, it’ll be a hard day.
But not as hard as the day F. Peter Simmons had when he crashed his plane in the valley between Mount Marshall and Iroquois Mountain.
I didn’t think it was too hard of a day, as far as High Peaks go, Mount Marshall didn’t feel too bad. Or maybe I’m just getting stronger.
It was a long 17.33 miles over 11 hours and 19 minutes but at the end of the day I felt like I still had a little left.
Which is good, because I was facing a 4 hour drive in the dark to get back home. By the end of the night I felt like towering rock walls in the sky were closing in on me on every side. I felt like I was in a valley and the air on either side was stone.
I pulled into my driveway and the hardest part of my day was getting out of the car.
