Always hike with a solid companion. Especially one who understands and relates to how out of shape you are. And especially one who loves the great outdoors just as much, if not more, than you do. (Shout out to my new bff, Brooke, from Lake Tahoe California).
Two and half hours is a long time to hike up a mountain. Tell the long version of the story.
But while you're talking, pause often to take a breath and also to take in the scenery on the way up.
If a cute old man comes leaping down the snowy mountainside with a big smile on his face, get the heck out of his way.
Look back often.
Most definitely bring champagne to the top.
Build a snowman.
If there's a restaurant with Kaiserschmarrn and beer, treat yoself. You've earned it, sporty adventure dog.
Stay for the sunset.
There's a possibility you will be hitchhiking to the bottom. Yolo on a cloudy day, that's what I say.
Lastly, embrace having a sore butt for the next ten days.
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