He didn’t see the “Bridge of Death” last time. He didn’t know you had to go around the back. The front side only gets you about 80%. Even so, he thought it was pretty difficult. His legs were perforated by some nasty cholla. He could have fallen free climbing the Cliff of Death. He probably should not have gone hiking alone.
Yet he survived. The view, the solitude, the wind – they were marvelous.
Now, he has found a map. Next time, he will conquer the peak!