Saddle Mountain was hella weak... the trail was grated and even hand-railed in the few interesting spots, and the summit area is completely hand-railed in. I packed a FULL rack and a bunch of other useless crap, just to add some weight to my pack, and I still didn't break a sweat.
But... It was just right for Ethan. He'd never "summitted" anything before, and the bit of water and food and rain gear I put in his pack seemed to be just enough to make the hike hard, but not too hard for him. He loved it... which was enough to make a totally gay hike an awesome trip, for me.
Some of the 50-odd people on the summit looked like they shat themselves when I told Ethan to hop over the guard rail and eat our lunch on the actual high-point. They'd probably report me to CPS if they saw what we do at the crag.
where am i going... and why am i in this handbasket?