I know it's hard to believe, but I made it all the way up 14,000 feet to summit Bierstadt! And I didn't even cry once! Okay, maybe there was a single glistening tear, but I'll blame that on rock dust or blisters. As always, Curtis was horribly supportive and kept my spirits up. It was so gorgeous and totally worth the 7 hours up and down the mountain. But I have learned to hate is the phenomenon of false summits. You think you are almost to the top and then wait, there's another mile up! And then you make it up that mile and there's something even larger behind it. A mile is an exaggeration, but my little spirit was constantly breaking. My pain was felt by some younger boys who were climbing in front of us. One boy promised his friend if he said "false summit" one more time he would throw him off the mountain. Here here!