I finally framed my Catskill 3500 Club Certificates and patches. It took so long because I needed to order new copies. Somebody else is in possession of the originals. Why would you keep something like that??
I can still be proud of the accomplishment, even if it's mixed feelings about some of the memories. There's a fine line between adventurous and reckless.
My final weekend, and only solo trips, I had to tape the shit out of my feet to get anywhere after the week before: crying, in pain the last mile, I expected to see bone when I took my socks off. I survived, and there were many worthwhile experiences, but we could have been smarter. Nevermind the battles through bush on trail-less peaks only to reach a summit with no view. What good is a summit, without a view?
I'm good for complaints, but it was worth doing.
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