About 8:05, we leave the tree line. This is a great measure of progress, and the views change dramatically. We know there is one hiker ahead of us.
Now, slightly to our right, a tall peak towers above the valley. Some of us wondered if this is the summit, but often there is a false summit, so we aren’t sure. We catch glimpses of the hiker (a small speck ahead of us), and the path switches back and forth across the side of the mountain. The views behind us are breath-taking. The sun has illuminated portions of the mountains. We come to a gorgeous little pond and grabbed a few pictures.
We take our pace slowly but steadily as we gain elevation. It’s still chilly, as the sun hasn’t hit us yet. I sometimes wonder as we hike these trails who first blazed them? We are able to discern the path, even on the rocky portions.
As we approach the summit ridge, we split into several groups.
About 9:45, the first Maxwells summit! Praise the Lord. The rest summit in increments. Part 3 will include what it was like on the summit.
“I press toward the mark for the prize
of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”