Constantly looking down to ensure safe foot placement, I had missed the fact that we had passed the top of the Citadel Pass (2,360 m – 7,743 feet ASL) and were now heading down, slowly at first and then steeper and steeper.
At some point, we came to the proverbial fork in the road. One trail leveled out and was a mostly horizontal trail to Og Lake. The other, was still going downhill for another 184 m. Rats, that would have to be our trail.
Still we went down. We kept guessing how far it was to go. Phrases like “Just around the corner” and Those are the lies we tell ourselves” would come floating back. Just when I thought my big toes would drive right through the front of my hiking boots, we turned that corner and saw the sign that brought us hope.