Round 1— The fight began early. I struck the first blow while the night was strong: a daring, pre-dawn assault on the lower 48’s highest peak. It started at 7,800 feet. Crashing waterfalls greeted me in the dark,...
A raven greeted me at the gate. The view of Yosemite — like a great blade sliced the Earth and shattered itself into a thousand shimmering pieces on the valley— took my breathe away. Or, maybe it was the altitude:...