Day 23

The torture doesn’t last. In fact, 24 miles have gone by, leaving us to spend our afternoon in the sun at Messenger Flats. We attained another new and intense state of mind while climbing over Mt. Gleason. Pete seemed to suddenly be fueled by invisible isotopes. I shot after him, surrendering to a single-minded drive to go up, forward.

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