This is why we do this
Somewhere along highway 32
This is why we do this.
You can’t make it any further up the mountain ‘cause you’ve already climbed 4,500 feet on legs deader than logs; you’ve realized you missed your campground turn off (it’s probably not even open for the season); the rain’s already soaked you socks though helmet; your fingers are wrinkled and stinging; and the only way to go is to keep going up.
Well then the mountain opens its heart to you a little and it’s six miles down hill to the next campground and you’re honored with a view like this.
Don’t think we could have told you before but - this is why we do this.