This was our third of three peaks this day (including Threemile Mountain and UN 9900). We were wallowing in very deep sugar snow and I was starting to bonk (become "hypocaloric," in science-geek terms) and it took all I had to drag my carcass up this last peak of the day.
"Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it."