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We lingered on Wittenberg for a bit then headed back up and over Cornell.
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5pm; Up through the infamous Cornell Crack.
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With Cornell behind us it was off to Slide.
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At 4,184ft, Slide is the highest. We still had some climbing to do.
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6:15pm; We made it to the spring just below the summit with the sky dyed in Easter egg colors.
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6:45pm; After filtering some water we bagged the summit in the fading light.
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7pm; 0.7 miles from the summit we hit the junction for the trail to the parking area. Time to boogie into the night.
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Freshly fallen ankle deep leaves covered fist sized rocks on the way down. I was exhausted and could barely pick up my feet. At one point I fell asleep and caught myself, waking up just before I hit the ground.
It was here that the “why” question crept into my mind. Then I remembered the bushwhack. Moving through that mossy virgin landscape as if it were a dream. Standing on the peaks overlooking the valleys. The warmth of the sun. The stillness in the forest. The pointer tree. The smell of the Balsam. The colors in the Sky. Spending time with an old friend. Getting away from the day to day. Understanding the potential of our minds and bodies and doing what is seemingly impossible. Making lists and crushing them.
Sometime after 9pm, 20+ miles and 14+ hours later, we hit the sign out at Denning and made it back to the car with no victory beer. That didn’t even matter, I was too tired to drink one anyway.