Ouch.

My muscles are aching, my lungs are sagging, and I still have dirt up my arse.

It was cold, very cold. We slept outside in our sleeping bags (no tent) in minus 5 celsius temperatures, wind chill (at 30 metres/sec) down to minus 12. One of our group members actually woke up with frozen snot on his face one day. Lovely.

We trekked 20 kilometres a day with 40 pound packs, up hills with 35 degree inclines. We ate cold food, because our stoves didn't work. One guy got a concussion after falling off a beam during an obstacle course exercise, and his head hit another dude's knee, rendering him incapacitated for the entire trip.

But damn, was it ever fun. When you're hanging off a 100 ft drop, looking at the beautiful landscape 360 degrees, with only a rope tied around your harness, that's an experience you will never forget.

And the stars. The fresh air. The camraderie.

Amazing...