On the way down I decide I’m going to punt on the summit. This is hard to write. It was a hard decision to make. I’ve never not made a summit goal and I’ve certainly never decided not to try. Things just weren’t right.
I hung back and took in all the views. I said goodbye to Cayambe,
I told Brad and Gaspar that night at dinner. They were both gracious.
No sense in looking back.
