Mount Whitney

5 bros, 3 days, 14500 feet, 22 miles, one goal: climb the highest mountain in North and South America that is south of Alaska: Mount Whitney. This hike was physically the hardest thing I have ever done and without Little Billy, Chef Schluter, Tarzan, and Johnny D. Davits, I would never have made it.

Traveling through all different sorts of terrain, from forest to jagged rock, snow to open fields, I felt like I was in Lord of the Rings, like a hobbit on the journey to Mordor. With two huge blisters after the first 100 yards of the hike, a farmers tan on his legs unlike any I have seen and an ear so sunburned that it filled with puss and looked like it was ready to explode, I think it's fair to say that Billy endured the most pain and suffering on this trip and is therefore crowned as our Frodo. He was a fearless leader, a great water boy and an overall inspiration to the band of brothers that followed him.

Unbelieveable experience, can't wait for the next adventure.