The trail was starting to get steeper and started to have more and more switch-backs. The trail seemed to go on forever as though there was no end. The higher I would get the more the wind started to pick up and the colder the air would get. The wind would blow the snow off of the mountain and come sweeping down the trail and every piece of snow that would hit my bare skin would feel like needles. I would continue climbing and just focus in on the summit. I could see it, but it would seem like I would never reach it. I come up over and to the top, but I soon realize that I still have another four-hundred feet to climb because I was only at the false summit. I had to keep going, because if I would stop now then I would never reach the top. The home stretch and I know that the mountain does not want me there because she keeps trying to blow me away with her mighty wind. She wants me to slide down the mountain on the frozen loose rocks that she has put there to keep me off. This is the toughest part of my journey, because I am so close, but all of my body is aching with pain, saying to turn around that it can't handle anymore. My legs are burning to the point of to which they are numb. I would just keep telling myself that it would all be over as soon as I would reach the summit. I keep my mind focused on my goal to summit the mountain. I"m almost to the top; another twenty feet and I"ll be there. There's nothing that can stop me now and I know it. I start to run and use everything that I have left in me to get there. Finally I reach the summit and collapse to my knees. I immediately start praising God to what he has allowed me to accomplish. When I finish with praying, I get up and look around and see what God has created for me to see. I realized that there is not another human being around for miles and that I am totally alone and that it is awesome to be here experiencing this moment in my life.