on December 18, 2003
Lou decided to chill in the car while the rest of us started the 4600-foot climb. Jen led us until she got tired and then Robin and I took the lead. At one point, Mike, who was already all beat up and bleeding from falling on cacti, told us he wasn’t going any higher. About half the group was ready to quit, but we raised the morale with a pep talk and all of us made it to the very top after about 30 minutes of hiking. The entire time, as we were looking off a steep drop and almost getting blown over, Mike was clutching a rock and yelling to us that we should leave. He was hilarious. At the very top of Cathedral Rock, I carved G03 (for Greyhound ’03) into the rock, so hopefully it’ll still be there in a few years whenever I return. This was the most peaceful place I have ever been and yearn to be there every day of my life since we left. It took us a while to get back down, but we then drove to Sliding Rock so we could go swimming.
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