Today Beth and I ran Squak mountain. It’s the smaller, pointy mountain between Tiger and Cougar.
The signage on the mountain is poopy, so we made it that little pokey branch sticking out of the northwest corner. Or I thought we had. We were really down there, yes, farther south, where the route seems to end. So we got to the pokey spot, then were teleported to the end of this thread- where we went around, ’round, ’round.. until we were back again.
And I leapt over logs that I don’t normally leap. I switched switchbacks I don’t normally switch. For a moment, on a rolly section of trail, I thought I was Peter Pan.