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Commemorating a long-ago marathon speed-hike with Mark through the roughest of The Adirondacks, rockhopping a place called Avalanche. Three of Mt. Colden’s scars pictured here are from 21st century hurricanes. The weather. When you attempt a mountain, some days the mountain wins, sometimes you take what the mountain gives you, and other times you plain reach your limit: hypothermia on top a cloudsplitting peak at the height of summer will do that. First real tears yet saying a prayer, wine like blood flowing over the rock. To Pachamama, Mark. Another closure. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pachamama