Peter Stanley Mt. McKinley

(At the base of the summit cone where we left our packs:) (Eric yelling) "Peter!" (Peter) "Yeah! Where are we?" (Eric) "Yeah, that's what I want to know. Where the F*@% are we?" (Peter) "Is this technically it?" (Stuart) "No! No!" (Eric) "Keep coming, Peter, come over here." (Peter) "Oh, I see."

(Some 20 minutes of climbing later) We are ten feet or so from the summit, and I am unsnapping on the advice of Eric... or trying to... (pant), and we will walk the final ten without belay. There it is!... there it is! the top of the cotton picking North American continent! (Peter) "Let Larry go first... Did you get." (Eric), "I'll just fire away. I've got 24 pictures on here." (Peter) "How many have you got on there?" (Eric) "I've shot 11 or 12." (Peter) "Great! I just want to get... Oh, God! ...Ahhh! Ahhh!

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