"Does anyone want to climb the mountain with me?" It may not have been high enough to hold mountain status, but it was more than a hill. We, four Americans, three teenagers and an adult, began the climb soon after lunch. A man nearby to the base directed us to the path, one highly traveled but highly unclear. The slope was relatively steep, and my heavy back-pack kept pulling me back. Scaling small walls of rock, pushing our way through the stinging branches and foliage, we felt the incline lessen, and finally reached the top. Out of breath, sore, and sun-baked, we gazed outwards. The plants and trees had thinned, yet the vegetation still greatly obstructed the view. To our surprise, we noticed a higher peak not visible from the start of the path.
"Let's go for it!" They turned to me, reflecting my own worn-out look, and after short deliberation, we again went forth. This time, our legs slowed, and we took more frequent breaks in the shade, as we rose nearer to the sun. I climbed, and