It was two days ago that I and a few friends reached the summit of Mt of the Holy Cross. (14,005 ft) Since then, I can't stop thinking about it. Physically, the toughest thing I've ever done. Sure, we could have done an easy 14'er... but what sense of accomplishment would we experience if we didn't push it? We pushed it. Hind sight, I think we bit off a huge chunk for our lack of experience. Safety wasn't the issue. We did all the right stuff. But personally, I could have planned better. How I packed. How I trained. (You can't eat beef jerky when breathing 30+ times a minute with a pulse of 150.) We trekked 11 miles. We climbed 5,627 vertical feet. We actually set out to do the Half Moon trail ascent and the Halo Ridge descent. The planned route was about 13 miles and included reaching summit on four 13'ers after Mt. of the Holy Cross. (We discussed our plans with some Colorado natives on the way up. "Wow! Don't mess with them Oklahoma boys!&quo