Dead tired woman walking

Such a day; we had a seven mile hike up to the climbers' trail to Mount Thompson, a strenuous clamber up a fallen rock field to the base of the climb, a fun climb and couple of rappels, and a tortuous decent down more talus. My friend, who led the climb, told me I was earning my merit badge points for "alpine groveling". I think I groveled enough getting down from the climb, then back up to the notch where we met the climbers' trail, and down that goat track to the main trail to earn a whole sash's worth of badges, but I must admit I don't do this on a regular enough basis to be better fit to do it, as she does. The return seven miles seemed long, and I was sore, with new sore areas cropping up to supercede the former ones. Plenty of bug bites, too, and I have so many lumps threatening to itch that it doesn't pay to start on any of them. I'm glad we did this, but I have no desire to return to that peak. The trail, yes. It was like a stroll down a garden path after that approach and descent.