Post your travel plans for Mt. Teewinot and if it's within my power, I will join you at the base of the mountain.

Imagine showing up to Mt. Teewinot and finding your posting peers ready to tackle the mountain with you.

Praying for you brother.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5624358&forum_id=2#48279106)

Pack extra pep.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5624358&forum_id=2#48279137)

Part I: The Gathering

The base of Mt. Teewinot loomed like some forbidding gate to the underworld, cloud-shrouded and ominous. Epistemic Humility was the first to arrive, meticulously geared up like he was planning to summit Everest instead of a Wyoming mountain. Every item in his pack was chosen with a borderline fanatical precision—compass, crampons, freeze-dried rations—as if facing the mountain alone would determine his fate. Slow Children Playing was next, strolling up with a backpack filled with nothing useful, just a six-pack of Surge and a VHS copy of Cliffhanger. “Brought Surge!” he announced brightly. Epistemic sighed. “Yeah, we’re definitely gonna die.”

Mainlining arrived shortly after, looking less like a climber and more like a prophet of doom. His eyes gleamed with the fervor of someone who believed the climb itself was some cosmic test of their absurdity. Last was Disco Fries, dragging his feet and staring up at the sheer cliffs with a grim determination. His silence only deepened the group's uneasy mood.

"Imagine if we actually get to the top," Epistemic mused darkly, "and realize we never needed to climb it at all." He shot a smirk at Disco. "But hey, maybe this time you’ll learn something about not trying to do everything alone.”

Part II: The Ascent – The System Isn’t Your Friend

They climbed in a tense silence, each man fighting the unrelenting elements and the brutal incline. As the mountain grew steeper, every footstep became a battle, every ledge a point of reckoning. Disco surged ahead, determined to prove himself, though his arms shook with every grab, his gear ill-suited for the icy terrain. Epistemic had been holding his breath, and finally, he couldn’t resist. “Disco, this is why you end up nearly dying every time you try something alone,” he muttered, chucking a rope at him with a look that was part annoyance, part worry.

Mainlining, a few paces behind, laughed quietly. “Disco, you’re like a moth to the flame, you know that? You think you’re taking the road less traveled, but it’s just you on a slow march to the grave.”

Slow Children Playing had fallen behind, his Surge long gone, and his backpack feeling heavier with every step. Even his usual cheerfulness had dimmed. “Maybe we could just… take a break?” he asked, barely loud enough for the others to hear. But no one paused; the mountain had a kind of spell over them now. Epistemic shot a worried glance at Disco, who kept pushing forward, alone, not looking back. He whispered under his breath, “One of these days, you’re going to run out of rope, Disco.”

Part III: The Peak – Alone at the Top

After hours of scrambling, slipping, and struggling through biting winds, they finally made it to the summit. The view was beautiful but hostile, stretching out in endless, silent emptiness. The victory felt hollow, laced with exhaustion and a strange bitterness, as if the mountain had taken more from them than it had given.

Disco stood at the edge, gazing out over the cold, indifferent landscape, his silence as impenetrable as the snow beneath his boots. Epistemic, standing beside him, tried to break the stillness. “You did it, Disco,” he said, his voice almost soft. “We did it.”

But Disco’s response was cold and blunt. “I would’ve gotten here alone. Didn’t need any of you.” The words hung in the thin air, as biting as the wind. Epistemic clenched his jaw, but before he could speak, Mainlining let out a dry, mirthless laugh.

“You still don’t get it, do you, Disco? You think every mountain’s a test, and you’ve got to be the lone hero. But the only thing waiting for you up here is more emptiness. Alone, there’s nothing at the top but echoes.”

Epistemic’s frustration finally bubbled over, and he laughed, bitter and dark. “Maybe that’s the whole joke, huh? The mountain, the struggle, the idea that any of this matters. Climbing alone only means you get to face the emptiness first.” His laugh turned into a cough, a harsh reminder of the cold reality around them.

Slow Children Playing, shivering and visibly shaken, gave Disco a look somewhere between pity and bewilderment. “Next time, maybe… bring some help,” he offered, almost pleading.

Disco just shrugged, staring out over the icy landscape, his solitude somehow sharper than ever. As the others began the descent, leaving the hollow glory of the peak behind, he lingered a moment longer, the weight of his choices settling around him like the cold. He realized, in a rare moment of clarity, that for all the distance he’d climbed, all the battles he’d fought to stand here alone—he was lonelier than ever.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5624358&forum_id=2#48280440)

TBF, it did not get "here" overnight - requires constant training.

But it has a 180 Vi$ion already and I can't wait for the Great Becumming

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5624358&forum_id=2#48282031)

Totally looks worth the effort though.

https://youtu.be/7oHpfHgrZug?si=wPBt-cEsMWv_v8si

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5624358&forum_id=2#48280277)