The hike was beautiful. It was so green and luscious. The weather was nice too. The day was cloudy making it cool enough to hike.
That day I began to feel pretty bad about 2 miles into the hike. I’m not sure what happened but I began to feel very weak. I’m not sure it I was being affected by the altitude because it usually doesn’t have an affect on me. I was feeling so slow that I didn’t think I would summit that day. It took every ounce of strength out of me to summit and make it down to the trail head. I felt as if San Jacinto kicked my butt.
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