I'm going to punch the next person who says that to me. Today I hiked up to the top of the Saleve, which took almost 2 hours. It was the absolute most intense experience of my life. I felt like chopping my legs off, vomiting, and quitting. I did rest about 15 times, no exaggerating, but I never gave up. At the top, the only real satisfaction was knowing I had done it, because the view was... a bunch of cow pastures. Not even remotely worth it. In the distance you could see Mt. Blanc, which might have been cooler if I had not been there two days ago and been at the top above the clouds. Anyways, even the satisfaction of having climbed it soon faded when I discovered that the way back was just as painful and twice as dangerous. In short, I'm not climbing that mountain again. If I do, it'll be long into the future.
In other news, after tomorrow I intend to write my story again.
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I almost died on my way up that stupid mountain! I could hardly breathe, and I was afraid of falling off the side of the mountain most of the time. I don't think I've ever climbed anything that steep, though I did enjoy the view. Everyone said the first time was the hardest, but I didn't test it by going a second time.
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