8 p.m. I drove to Freedom Hills to finish off the switchbacks. It was full dark, but a waxing moon lit the eastern sky. I had a flashlight but didn't need it, except to alert the creatures lurking in the foliage. 98, 99, 100. On my last trip up, I counted steps; 884. I thought about what I accomplished on the way back down. My conclusion? We'll see. I know I worked hard on those 50 miles. When I got to the bottom gate again, I only hesitated for a moment before turning around to climb once more. 101. Take that, switchbacks. 101/100 | 