10 days ago

May 31st:

Seven of us made it about 3/4 the way up before - tired and wreaking of fat guy - four of our weaker men called it quits and prematurely cracked victory beers. We remaining three trekked the last quarter, where snow still lie, until we valiantly conquered the beast. We may have lost the trail a time or two through the remains of winter, but at the peak, eight wise mountain goats helped to celebrate our accomplishment.

We later found the four weak men wreaking of fat guy, and now alcohol, at a local pub. We only wonder why they couldn't make it.