Day 12: On Top of the World
Now, I understand that the title of this blog post is humiliatingly cliché.
I know it, I do.
But that's what it was.
Standing atop that massive mountain, looking down upon the multiple oases, yaks, and excrement littered about like sesame seeds, I truly felt as though I was on top of the world. At that moment, I knew that whatever I would have to endure and whatever I had already endured would be and was worth it. I lay on the grass watching the sky, saw various pokémons in tree patterns (Darkrai), and felt alive.
It was beautiful, yet so difficult to describe.
The feeling of great accomplishment coupled with the humbling sense that I was such an unimportant speck in the great mountains of life.
The night I slept soundly in the warm company of friends Demonic Human and Quixotic Conquistador, multiple tents under the night sky twinkling with a million stars.
Stick around for the last day of the hike, dear readers!