M— and I climbed the Squaw tonight.
4 hours roundtrip, which for M—'s first trip of the season is a feat.
View of the valley from the Peak.
View of where I really want to be.
This is training.
This is sanity.
It's been a rough few days.
Maybe, once I get some rest,
I'll think about explaining this mighty struggle.
Or maybe not.
Perhaps I'll just climb to deal with the wrestle on my own.