Climbing mountains isn’t just metaphorical

Me in my fancy coat.

...It's literal. This past weekend my hubs and I climbed Mt. Whitney with some great friends of ours. For those unaware, Mt. Whitney is the highest peak in the contiguous U.S., standing at an elevation of 14, 505 feet. It might not seem like a big deal, but that is a long way to hike.

Seriously. Twenty-two miles round trip to the top, to be exact, with an elevation gain of 6,100 feet. Most of that hike was done with a pack weighing 33 lbs. on my back. So go ahead-- say it: WOW YOU ARE AWESOME.

Yes. Yes I am awesome.

Okay and also super physically tired. My calves are really, really, really sore.

Proof.

But I did it. Highest peak + me climbing = AWESOME.

Here are a few pics of the journey.