Quite literally, folks. And it was awful. Brutal, painful, dangerous to an old wimp like me, but in an odd way, it was good. I'm glad I did it. I saw stunning scenery, and pushed myself to the very limit. I prayed and God answered my prayers. We all made it up and down safely.
It was only Mount Katahdin, in Maine, but we climbed from about 500 feet above sea level to near 5,000 feet.
I learned to trust God and myself and better understand what the Apostle Paul said about perservering. I'm proud of myself.
I'm only just getting the feeling back in my legs, but hey, I'm still proud!
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