the highest summit in Nevada, I could feel my strength flagging. My muscles were mush from scrambling up scree-covered inclines. After nine hours, every lumbering step required concentration. I paused at a fork in the kinda-sorta trail I’d been following. In the rugged terrain of the White Mountains, it could be difficult to decipher what was an actual trail, as opposed to a natural gap in the sagebrush or a random path made by wildlife. Nothing around me looked familiar from my trip
