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In the Footsteps of Jack Kerouac on Matterhorn Peak, by Thomas Becker about me
| The weather looked good at first, but by the time I got to the lake at 11,000 feet, the wind had picked up to a point where it was almost lifting me off my feet at times. The sensible thing to do would have been to turn around again, but I didn't. I just went up and up and up. An hour and a half after passing the lake, I was pulling myself up onto that final ridge, where the storm almost blew me off the mountain and across the stateline into the Great Basin of Nevada. But I crawled even higher and up again. And then, all of a sudden, there was nothing ahead of me and above me anymore. I was hugging that little five by five foot pedestal in the sky that is the top of Matterhorn Peak. |
