The Biggest Risk
The biggest risk is not taking any risk. I’m pretty sure that dude from Facebook said that, but all this fresh air and altitude seems to be interfering with my ability to recall any information beyond how to put one foot in front of the other. Regardless, I’d wager that a bigger risk might be to spend 4 days vigorously hacking your way up a wildly overgrown mountain with nothing but your grandfather’s rusty machete and a bag of trail mix that you’ve already eaten all the M&M’s out of. Oh, and you’re diabetic and kind of crippled.