For the 28th time I dragged my sorry self (and Treen) out of bed early Sunday. For the 28th time I sat in the kitchen wondering why I wasn't back in bed. And for the 28th time we relished the summit.
28 trips is about a quarter of all the days on trail I had this year about half the elevation gain I had.
As much as I bad mouth the 'Box it is a great conditioning trail and occasionally it delivers. Like this trip.
Cold, but not bitter. No wind. A well packed trench with squeaky snow underfoot. No clouds except those in the valley below.
28 times in 2013? Doubtful, but I won't complain if it happens.
