Twenty days of traveling up and down steep trails, sharp ridges and sheer mountain sides, send sweat and swear words zinging across the rim followed by echoes that rise above the peaks and settle into the valleys. My Rinji keeps asking why I don't have more friends traveling with me or meeting me along the way. I try to explain that my friends are sitting on the beach drinking margaritas, but he doesn't get it. He says if I can do it so can you. Any takers out there?
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