The best part of climbing the
mountains (aside from reaching the top alive) was definitely playing
around in the snow. Amazingly, not only was there snow, in California, in
August, but it was pink!
Was it just demented snow that
it turned out a funny color? No.
Apparently, there was a certain type
of lichen in it that happened to be pink. It would taste and smell like
watermelon, and give you the runs for a week or two. Thankfully, no one
ate any and we were runs free. We survived this climb with one one head
bumped on a rock, three heads hit on the same log, one vomiting scout, and
a lot of helping others at all times.