Climbing up the rocky face of the pass – hand over foot, moments where the weight of my pack almost pulls me back down – then reaching the summit, where the sweeping vista suddenly opens up to display sun – dotted peak and glinting lakes. Magic. And our own willpower and strong bodies got us here. What a gift!

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