Climbing camelback mountain in Phoenix, Arizona.
This wasn’t the best week on the books. There was a lot of putting myself out there for one thing or another, not having any of it work out and being left feeling completely defeated. Not really the best feeling.
Want to know what was though?
Climbing this biatch, Camelback Mountain.
As my coworker and I sat at a social hour that never really materialized for the conference we were at we were trying to decide between being lame and pretty much going back to our rooms or doing something in the area for our last night in Phoenix.
Why not climb the mountain that was 2 miles from our hotel?
Don’t mind my “oh, shit I have to climb this thing” face. The picture doesn’t do the incline justice. At all. When railings are needed, you know it’s steep.
We made it about 10 minutes from the top when the sun set and figured rather than risk getting stuck on the side of this thing in the dark we should probably head down.
The views from the “almost top” were still amazing.
Equally as amazing was this blood orange spritzer type drink from True Food Kitchen to end the day.
Kind of sad I’m on my way home to 50 degree temps and rain. Really, why DO people live in the northeast? It just doesn’t make sense.