It's all I could do to haul my pack up there.
Our water heating was a small gas stove.
Going to the top was good for me ego, but I prefer back packing where there are fish, or taking lifts and doing some serious downhill skiing.
I was envious of the guys going back down on skis and snoboards.
The funny thing, was all the younger kids that would see us old guys, and they would kill themselves to pass us.
Then while they were panting their lungs out, we would slowly move by them.
Finally, one of the kids asked if he could follow us, and go up at our pace.
And then, when we were near Muir, they made their bust of speed.
Hey, you gotta beat old guys when you can.