August 15, 2019
When our crew leaders first told us of the four mile hike up Mt. Harkness, my stomach dropped. The previous week, we had hiked at least two miles every day up to our work site. The first mile or so was dreadful each time, but as I adjusted to the altitude, it got better. As we embarked on our trek up the mountain, it was immediately a steep climb. But as I started introspecting about my childhood and sharing my revelations with one of my crew leaders, I was able to ignore the physical exertion. Before I knew it, we were stopping for lunch. We hiked a bit more after we had finished eating, and I continued unearthing strange memories from my childhood. In what felt like no time at all, we had reached the top of the mountain. You could see for what felt like a thousand miles. After having time to reflect, take pictures, and generally enjoy the view, we hiked back down to the trailhead. At the bottom, my crew mates were exhausted and hungry. In the beginning, I was anxious of the task before me, but by the end, it had been the easiest hike of the session.