On July 9th, I was one of four journeymen from the lowlands of Boston that packed together their most prized possessions and set off for the mountains of New Hampshire. Facing the grim reality that this could be the last time we see our loved ones, we tried to focus on the journey ahead: conquering the Beast of the East, Mt. Washington. Over the next two days, hauling 40 pounds each as we ascended the Presidential Traverse, we men suffered through wind gusts of over 50 mph, bloody blisters, and broken backs. But our pack refused to give up as we battled through the 25 miles of treacherous, rocky terrain. On the morning of summit, the sun came out, and Mt. Washington revealed itself in all its glory. 2000 feet below, in its shadows, we heard the battle cry. The epic moment was now on. This is our story.
Big ups to CatEyez for editing this video.