It really sounded so easy and fluid, but it was no walk in the park, Trapper Peak, 14,500 feet up, some got sick and had to turn back. I was with Lottie Merville, her sister Carrie, and a few other girls from the nearby Shining Mountain Ranch Indian Camp. It was always a challenge for us. The owner of the ranch, Bill Mitchell, pushed us to strive for excellence, we even went caving and lived like American Indians, had our own horses and pack mule. It was magic, but Trapper Peak turned almost deadly when we went off the trail a bit while coming back down, which is easier. We ran into a sleepy old female bear, I could smell her, and she was angry and hungry and just out of sleepy time. No cubs in site, but I remember my heart beat of its own accord as we all spotted the bear and high tailed so fast down the trail the the next day all my muscles hurt and none of us could get up for breakfast, they thought we were faking and accused of of smoking weed with the miners that had come though the day before, we were hanging with the miners and smoked out of an eagle claw, who could resist. So the trip ended so well, better than Saco. And it certainly will never be even close to Mt. Everest.