:: Monday, November 22, 2004 ::
Real men *don't* use donkeys. :)
I really had to concentrate on my footing and even turning directions was getting tougher and tougher as I kept climbing. Somewhere near the 6000 foot level, or about 700 feet from the top vertically, I ran into the woman who had suggested the Plateau Point was worth the look-see and thanked her for the info. She was sitting on the rocks and catching her breath and when I talked to her she admitted that for her, going to the point was too far. It was an extra two miles that had killed of her energy reserves. She had hit the wall (a running metaphor, not literally) and was done. I rested with her, as I could take the opportunity to catch my breath as well and motivated her her that she could do it since the worst was behind us.
As she thought there was at least two miles to go, I told her (guestimating) that there was less than a mile and that offered her some encouragement and convinced her she could do it. We set off at a slow pace and I decided I would stay with her. She seemed to have no water left and no food, so being here alone would not be good if no other hikers came along for a while, and by my reckoning of how many I passed going the other way, there were only eight day hikers behind us and the closest probably at least 30 mins behind.
:: Mike Wood 18:50 [+] ::