Lactic Acid

Happy Wife led Dumpy Husband up a hideously steep climb to what she estimated was 1/3rd of the way to the summit of Mt. Alice. A young lady at the trail head, maybe half our age, mentioned to me that only a few people have ever made it to the summit. “Some have died trying,” she added.

Death? Like No Tomorrow?

Kids these days.

“Have a great day!” she said. And just like that she, her boyfriend (?), and their alacritous dog bounded up the trail and we never saw them again. By the time HW and I reached our turnaround point I was feeling the start of sewing machine leg. Which I knew was only going to get worse on the descent.

Here we were at our turnaround

And from Seward later the same day, the arrow marks our turnaround. The summit of Mt. Alice looms to the left.