Day 3 of the hike was our pass day. We had to climb about 1500 feet. Which didn’t seem like a big deal to me, after all, I ran a race that had 3200 feet of climbing. And the elevation gain was not such a big deal for me. But the terrain was difficult. Some of it was scary. And the ground was wet, the rocks were slippery. That didn’t help. I had a moment.
A moment where I thought about myself slipping, then tumbling, then falling off the cliff the scree gave way to. I pulled it together pretty quickly. I reminded myself I had a Xochitl at home expecting me. I reminded myself to not look at the cliff but just at the next step in front of me. And I got through it. I don’t know how Kelsey got through it. She described that hike as the hardest thing she had done in her life. It was scary, she took it slowly, but she kept going.
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