I was up before the sun rose. Charlotte and I went out into that blueish darkness that lingers at the end of night. We set out on the path, a little uncertain about our direction, but we quickly figured it out.
We made it to the base of the mountain just as the sky lightened. I was sniffing and hacking with the remnants of my cold, but I was eager to make it to the M on the mountain.
We climbed something like eleven switchbacks, steep but not too difficult for most anyone.
Some people ran the trail ahead of us, perhaps it was a daily ritual. We trudged along at a medium pace, occasionally stopping so I could hack or wipe my nose, but our pace was pretty quick.