Now before you get all judgey about binge drinking on a weeknight, the next day was my day off, even though I stupidly agreed to present anyways. My voice had that distinct scratchy hoarseness that can only mean you've either 1) been recently hit by a truck, or 2) obviously just woken from a bender. #poorlifechoices
Anyways, the next day, Jas and I struggled up The Tower, a mountain that can only be described as a sufferfest of endlessly loose rubble, treadmill scree, and a deceptively long steep slope leading to it's summit at 3108m above sea level. I'll let the photos do the talking, as I don't have the adequate diction to better describe how technical and long this hike was. But as Jas put it, "This mountain hates me and it's destroying my soul..."
Me, on the summit.
The start of the steep climb.
More steeps. Jas in the middle of the photo, exhausted.
And here's me directly above, looking back down towards Jas. It was relentless steep.
Being rewarded with some views, as we made our way up.
Aaaaaaand more steeps.
Look closely - that's Jas in the middle left.
Almost there...
A few climbing spots to navigate to the top.
So close, we can taste those summit beers.
Just kidding, we still got a ways to go. FML.
FINALLY! SUMMIT.
Summit brews: Annex Ale Project Bright Nights Sour Wit, and Citizen brewing Northwest Pale Ale.
Me deciding I hadn't suffered enough, so I should go traipse over along the ridge.
Long after we started our descent, we eventually made it back to the meadow where we still had a 4km hike out back to the car.
Poor Jas!
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