As I trudged up the steeply graded Bald Mountain in the relentless rain, only dismal thoughts clouded my mind. In those conditions, it is hard to justify a two mile climb. But once I broke through the treeline the rain stopped, and once I reached the summit the clouds parted, leaving nothing but a panorama of the boundless horizon. Just when it seems I am at the pit of misery, ready to fling curses at the world, fate teaches me that there is beauty in every angle of the world. Now I have come 70 miles from Hot Springs, and 338 miles from the beginning- a long way to trudge with new eyes.
For practical advice, never hike with sunburn on your back.
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