At some point about halfway through, I demanded of Dustin: “Whose terrible idea was this, anyway?”

“Yours,” he said. He didn’t even hesitate.

“Oh,” I huffed, because huffing was the only way I could get air in and out at the moment. “Right.”

“But I supported the idea,” he added. Supportively.

“It was a great idea,” I gritted out through clenched teeth as I hauled myself up over another sharp rock.

… More Climbing Mount Saint Helens