Take a Chance on an Unnamed Lake

as I make my final push up the scree slope. At more than 15,000 feet, I’m higher than any peak in the Lower 48, and I’m still going up. I chew on the thought as I trudge up the last set of switchbacks into even thinner air, pausing often to fill my lungs.

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