It is what I had been most looking forward to, and it was a concrete experience that was unlike the other days of purely hiking. Day three represented getting over the mountain, both figuratively because it was the third out of five days and literally because that is what we were doing. To me it meant I had survived up to that point and therefore, I knew that I would be able to push forward for the next two days. The summit also represented an experience that I never thought I would personally do, nor did I ever think that I would enjoy it as much as I had.
Being at the top of the summit allowed me a moment to stop and be still for once. I was no longer forcing myself to push on forward up the mountain, rather it was the first time that I think I could truly enjoy the incredible beauty of the mountains. Looking out over many, many miles of land was something I had never experienced before. It was much like flying in an airplane looking down below; however, hiking up the mountain had involved my physical exertion which made it more satisfying and