We left and started are hike just after 5 am. We were a large group that splintered into two groups. I pushed myself forward to remain with the front of the large group, while the remainder of the group stayed or walked with the sweep, or person volunteering to be at the rear. He was initially our hike leader and organized the hike, so he later joked that he had wished to be with us at the front. Since it was still very early, we were able to see some city lights as we went up in elevation. I was impressed, first that it was comfortably coo, and later that we went forward through forest. I wanted to snap pictures around every turn in the switch backs that we followed, but knew that I would fall behind if I did. We reached “the bench”, and I was exhausted. One member in the group turned back at that point. I had no idea that more strenuous hiking lay ahead. When we did finally reach the top I noticed, that the members of the front group had already taken some pictures and were now headed toward the restrooms and observatory. I hurried my pace and caught up with them to get in some group  photos near a look out ledge with railing. The heat would not be a problem until we descended past the tree line to where there was simply bare rock. I knew, as tired as I was, that to stop meant just standing in direct sunlight with the sun beating down on me. So I pushed on, miserably wondering in sweltering heat, whether I should hang up my poles for good and accept a life of sedentary leisure. Being uncomfortable and in no mood to further converse with my wonderful comrades, I quickly said my good byes then raced to my car. I fired up the AC, and after a few minutes, I remembered my question. I answered it with a smile and said, “Next is Mt. Baden-Powell.