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sleepy-belphie · 3 years

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I have a request if you’re up for it. An MC who just arrived in the Devildom who’s lover just dumped them the day prior. The bros know MC isn’t emotionally or romantically available at the time but the bros still fall in love regardless. How will the bros handle the situation? Thank you! 🙏💗

Hi! I sort of took this idea and ran with it and wrote basically a headcanon short story for each bro lmao. Sorry I got a bit carried away but I hope you like this and it satisfies you! :)

Also thank you so much @midnight-dome for the help with Asmo, you’re a lifesaver

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Lucifer:

The success of the program depends on your wellbeing

So he checks in on you every other day like clockwork

“Is there anything you need to make your stay more comfortable?”

You always say no

At first, he’s glad you’re staying in

Because it means less trouble for him

But when you skip all of your classes one day, he comes to your room ready to give you a firm reminder of your tasks here

He’s about to knock when he hears you sob

Now, Lucifer has heard a lot of crying in his life

But he’s never heard someone sound so completely broken

He shocks himself when he turns on his heels and walks away

He shocks himself even more when he texts the group chat and demands everyone leaves you alone for the day

That evening he comes into your room with a small plate of food

By then you were are least on top of your sheets

You knew he was gonna ask the same question as always

But this time, his words were different

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Help?”

He simply nods

And though he didn’t outright say what he meant by help, you knew

“I...don’t know?”

“Hm, okay. I’m going to listen to some music in my study. The door will be unlocked should you wish to join me.”

Then he’s gone

The few precious moments Lucifer isn’t working, he prefers to not be disturbed

So why on earth did he invite you to join him in his study?

He doesn’t have time to ponder it because the door opens and you come in with a blanket wrapped around you

The first night you both listen in comfortable silence

A few nights in, you start asking Lucifer about the records he puts on and he has no qualms educating you on it

On night 10 you tell him about the breakup

Once you’re done he, again, asks the same question

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

‘You’ve done more than enough to help me Lucifer, thank you.”

He finds himself blushing from the sincerity in your eyes and the warmth in your smile

That night you fall asleep before the record finishes

Surely you’d wake up aching if he left you in a chair

So he picks you up, carries you to your room, and tucks you into bed carefully

He tells himself he’s doing it for Diavolo

It’s for the program, this is his job

He’s gonna need time to accept his own feelings before he can tell you anything

For now, he’ll keep doing his “job” and spending evenings with you

Mammon:

He didn’t want to be your babysitter

He was a busy guy! He had stuff to do, money to make, things to steal

Some days he gets Beelzebub to keep an eye on you so he can do what he wants

One night in particular he heads to your room to make sure you won’t interfere with his plans

“Yo! The Great Mammon has things to do so don’t-”

He pauses when he sees you sitting on your bed with your headphones plugged into your laptop

He would have assumed you were just watching a sad movie by the tears streaks on your face

But the pain in your eyes…

He’s seen that look before

His brothers held that same look the day they fell from Heaven and lost Lilith

Mammon sits on the bed and you jump, finally noticing him

You expected him to make fun of you but instead, he grabs the tissue box on your bedside table and hands it to you

He glances at your laptop to see what you were watching and sees a paused video of you and someone else

You tell him about the breakup and Mammon listens closely

“What a jerk! Ya deserve better than that! I’d teach ‘em a lesson if they ever showed their face around here!”

You smile for the first time since he came in the room and he feels like he’s done something right

“How about we get some late-night food? I know a 24-hour restaurant with the best baked newt ever. Your treat.”

He’s shocked when you agree

He makes a point to hang out with you more often

He can’t recall exactly when you went from “a human” to “his human”

Maybe it was when you held his hand while you erased all your photos and videos of your ex from your computer

Or when you texted him at 3am because you couldn’t sleep and before he could even think about it he was up and on his way to your room

Or when he spotted you in one of his jackets while walking home from RAD

But his greed was kicking in and he wanted you to be his and only his

However, much like he puts himself first, he knows you need to do the same

So though his nature and mind wants to kiss you silly and have you for himself

Part of him knows he’ll ruin things if he lets his greed take over

So he’ll fight his nature and try his best to be patient

Leviathan:

He had been playing one of his games online

He’s on a big winning streak and feeling a bit cocky

He sees he’s been matched with someone else so he gets into gamer mode

Then he loses the first round

He’s a bit shocked and pissed that his streak was now broken but he has to prove his superiority to whoever this opponent was

So he rematches them

And loses again

And again

He loses 7 rounds in a row

By this point he is fuming

So like any salty gamer he sends a very lengthy, angry message to their inbox

Accusing them of using cheats and hacks because there was no way anyone was more skilled than him at this game

He gets a reply a few minutes later

“Um.....is this Leviathan? Avatar of Envy? It’s MC…”

You knew it was Levi because his username is the same across all his social media platforms

Cue Levi barreling into your room a minute later

“How are you so good!? You’re cheating, aren’t you!? You cheater!’

You weren’t cheating, you just had been playing games day in and day out to distract yourself so you got really good at it

Levi all but demands you to come to his room and show him what you know

You were already playing all night anyway so why not play with someone?

Initially, Levi would have you come over just to show him your tactics

(Also to get some team wins on his stats because he never has anyone to play with)

But you were actually pretty chill for a normie

Maybe if he exposed you to his otaku ways you would take to them and he wouldn’t be the only one in the house anymore!

You don’t become an otaku but you do get invested in almost every anime he shows you

He starts inviting you over for midnight premieres of new episodes

He starts buying extra merch because what if you wanted one?

He was used to disproving looks from his brothers when he mass buys stuff from Akuzon

But you only smile and listen when he tells you about his new special edition item

You never once judged him and his unconventional ways

This epiphany makes him extra nervous for your weekly hangouts

It was only a matter of time before you came across a break up in an anime

When the episode ended you told him about your break up and how the protagonist reminded you of yourself because they also were taking a break from love

Levi has seen this anime before actually

He remembers how the protagonist reacted to a side character confessing to them and it went bad

So while he knows he likes you, he holds off on saying anything because the last thing he wants is to be a bad story arc in your life

Lucky for him he’s always a flustered blushing mess so you shouldn’t suspect a thing

Satan:

He is the Avatar of Wrath so whenever there is rage, he is aware

He feels anger radiating through the house one day and thinks his brothers are just fighting again

Imagine his surprise when he realizes the source of the anger is coming from your room

He walks in and sees you throwing things around and screaming, your room was destroyed

He sees you’re about to step on some glass and instantly swoops in and picks you up so you don’t hurt yourself

But then you curl up against him and burst into tears

He stands there, not quite sure what to do

He ends up sitting on the bed and letting you cry for a while

You word vomit about your break up and he listens carefully and notes the anger welling up inside you as you speak

He knows all too well what anger can do to someone and a fragile human shouldn’t have to go through that

“Would you like some tea?”

He can spare 30 minutes for some small talk with the human if it meant that you wouldn’t be left in your thoughts

You look at him like he has three heads but agree because your room is a mess and you don’t wanna deal with it right now

Tea time becomes a daily occurrence and soon enough it escalates to full-on hangouts

Going to the bookstore, going to cat cafes, going wherever you wanted to really

One time you both took a day trip to the human world

Lucifer wasn’t happy to find out his brother and you were gone for an entire day but he lets it go when he sees that you’re smiling genuinely for the first time in weeks

What Satan didn’t expect was how these outings made him feel

He finds himself distracted from his books because he can’t stop thinking about how cute you looked holding that black cat at the cafe

Or how happy you looked when you took him to that ice cream shop in your hometown that you really love

He wakes up and you’re the first thing to pop into his mind

He’s not dumb, he knows he’s fallen in love

But he also knows this isn’t the right time, you aren’t ready

So he’ll keep being there for you as a friend

And if you ever want him to be there as something more, he’ll happily oblige

Asmodeus:

There was a movie night at the House of Lamentation

Today’s movie was an action movie, courtesy of Mammon

Amidst all the face punching and explosions, there was a budding romance between the main characters

After the third obnoxious makeout scene, you leave the room claiming you need to go to the restroom

But you leave just a *little* too fast and Asmo can feel something is up

And he thrives on gossip so he intends to find out what is it

He leaves the room a few minutes later and catches you in the hallway, determined to get you to spill the tea

You tell him about the breakup

He wasn’t prepared for the tea to be so bitter

“Oh. Well, you know what’s good for that? Face masks!”

He had to save face somehow and beauty was his default

He’s a bit shocked when you agree but you both ditch movie night to do face masks and talk a bit

He decides to share a couple of bad date experiences he’s had to make you feel better

“Trust me, you haven’t felt embarrassment until you have someone vomit Enfield brains on your new pants and shoes while at one of the hottest clubs in the Devildom.”

You spent the entire night giggling and listening to his stories

Devildom products are surprisingly effective on your skin so you keep asking Asmo to show you new products

Plus his company is nice

Self-care days become a common occurrence

Then those self-care days become self-care sleepovers

He starts intentionally waiting to try anything new because he wants you to be there when he does

He buys more of those scented candles you told him smelled nice

A few weeks later you’re having a self-care sleepover again and you have this really cute focused look on your face while painting your nails

He knows he likes you, but this was different than his usual attraction

He didn’t want to fuck you

Well he did but not just fuck you

He wouldn’t mind if there was something more

But you routinely ended your self-care nights by yelling ‘Fuck love!’ at the top of your lungs and laughing

So he knows now isn’t the time and he’s actually okay with that

You were a sight to behold regardless of his relationship status with you

But he hopes you’ll indulge in him one day

Beelzebub:

Mammon keeps pushing his human watching duties on Beel

But he doesn’t really care because he’s being paid in cheesecake

After his third day of keeping an eye on you, he notices you aren’t eating much

Being the Avatar of Gluttony, this is basically a crime

He starts bringing extra snacks with him when he hangs out with you

“I think the chocolate flavor is better than the vanilla. What do you think?”

He actually doesn’t have a preference

He just wants to know which snacks you like more so he can bring more of them

He makes a game out of it so you don’t think about how much you’re eating

“It motivates me to work out longer when I get a snack, could you help me?”

You sit on his back and after every pushup, you both eat a bit of whatever snack he has

He keeps going until he thinks you’ve eaten a decent amount

Or you say you’re getting full

Belphie notices that Beel is refilling his snack stash more often but he doesn’t say anything

Beel feels an immense sense of accomplishment when you finish your plate at dinner a few days later

Soon after you tell him about the breakup

“It hit me hard but you made it easier to cope, Beel. These hangouts are the highlight of my day so thank you.”

There’s a certain pang Beel gets in his stomach when he’s really hungry

Somehow your words made that pang happen in his chest

But this didn’t hurt him, quite the opposite actually

He felt good, he felt happy

It was strange for his stomach to be the quiet one while his heart went wild

But this wasn’t a change he minded too much

He wasn’t sure what to make of it but he knows he wants to figure it out with you

And he’ll take his time doing so because he liked how things were now

Belphegor:

He’s intrigued by you after the first week of your stay

He’s never seen a human who slept as much as he did

Frankly, he was impressed

Until Lucifer informed everyone about your recent breakup and made it clear to not upset you

That’s when Belphie realized these were not the leisurely naps he takes, but depression naps

One day he sees you sleeping in the living room and you looked so distressed

Sleeping was meant to be a peaceful state but you looked so unhappy

So he wakes you up

“You’re in my sleeping spot.”

You weren’t in his sleeping spot.

“Oh sorry, I’ll move-”

“You’re already here. We can both fit.”

Before you can protest he’s all comfy next to you and falling back asleep

Having another person next to you was kind of comforting so you let it go and go back to sleep

What you didn’t know was Belphie could partially influence your dreams

He can make them more pleasant but he can’t control what you dream about

He knows it works when he wakes up and you have a relaxed expression on your sleeping face

You wake up soon after looking confused

“Good dream?”

“I think? I had a dream I rode a unicorn to the moon then carved my initials into it?”

Napping together in the living room becomes a routine

And every time you woke up you told him about the dream you had with a small smile

A few weeks later he notices he no longer has to influence your dreams for them to be good

So he leaves you be and instead curls up in the attic for his afternoon nap

He wakes up a bit when he feels someone lay down next to him

It’s probably Beel

“Why didn’t you tell me you moved napping spots?”

His eyes open and he looks over to see you pouting at him

“I just sorta ended up here.”

“Well, I can’t nap without my cuddle buddy now can I?”

You’re teasing him and he should be annoyed

But he’s blushing

He spoons you to hide that fact, resting his forehead on your shoulder

But while your dreams were getting better, it didn’t mean you were ready to move on

So he just enjoys his intimate cuddling sessions with you and tries not to think too hard about the fact that he really likes how your body fits against his

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #annazonabeth

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patriciahaefeli · 5 years

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Accountability: The Gift That We’re Not Giving

I got an email the other day from a college student who had missed five classes and who, as a result, had not handed in her mid-term or her research paper. In it, she explained that the reason for her absences and failure to submit assignments was that her cat had been sick and ultimately died. She assured me that she was obtaining a note from her Vet to confirm this.

I don’t have time for a lot of carefully worded observations right now, so forgive me if this is overly blunt. I’ve got a full-time teaching job, and two part-time jobs. I’m back in graduate school. I’m a mom, a wife, a sister, daughter and friend (and these relationships are my priority, as without them, none of the other things would be possible.) I like to work, and I work hard. I care about the job I do, and I care about my students.

Dealing with teenagers and young adults as I do each day, I thought I was beyond being shocked. I thought I’d seen pretty much everything, and that includes a lot: Kids being removed from school in handcuffs, kids in gangs, kids whose parents are in gangs, kids who receive “home-instruction” for literally months because they cannot pass a drug test, kids who are homeless or abused at home, and kids who abuse others. Kids who who cut themselves, starve themselves, and threaten to, or try to kill themselves.I’ve been to teenaged baby showers, and teenaged funerals.

I’ve seen kids whose families survive on next to nothing, or who have serious learning disabilities work really hard and thrive, and those on the “Free-and-Reduced” lunch plans who have the latest iPhone, sneakers, and gel manicures. I’ve seen those who deal with serious learning disabilities, who’ve lost everything in a house fire, who’ve lost a parent, or who are in foster care dig deep and despite everything, study for that test, hand in that paper, show up for that game/meet.

What is conspicuously missing from my experience? Kids who are capable, whose needs are getting met, who are consistently showing up for their lives. Kids who have everything they need (and a lot they don’t)– except a sense of responsibility; for their actions and decisions, for the work they do (and don't do) and the for the consequences of all of those things.

In the interest of fairness and full-disclosure and all that, let me just say that I wasn’t always a good student or a good teacher. During my first teaching experience, right out of college and into a highly rated high school, my performance was marginal. Although I now believe with every fiber of my being that I was meant to be a teacher, at that time, I wasn’t so sure. It was a combination of things. I was young, inexperienced, and often too afraid to ask for help. I was tough on my students, unyielding and again, afraid. Afraid that if I wasn’t those things, I’d lose control of my classes, and that scared me more than anything. It was for the best that I left just shy of three years to enter the corporate world.

For the purposes of this rant today, my history as a student is a tad more interesting. In October of my freshman year in high school, progress reports were mailed home. Mine indicated that I was currently earning three D’s and one F. My father, report in hand, decided to have a chat with me that night. In a very calm, quiet voice, he asked me to explain. Encouraged by his apparent reasonableness, I did, telling him honestly that at that particular time, my social life was simply way more important to me than my grades. He nodded, understanding completely. I almost relaxed too, even though I didn’t completely understand what he meant when he responded (again, quietly, calmly), “Well, then I think what we need to do here, is to re-arrange your priorities.”

And re-arrange he did. Every day, instead of cheerleading, hanging out with friends, or talking incessantly on the (wall) phone at home, I went after school to one of the teachers whose classes I was doing poorly in. I was expected to make up missing work (whether or not the teacher would accept it), and if necessary, get extra help. I did this every day until the end of the marking period, and ‘Lo and behold! My grades improved! Drastically! It worked, by God – and not just for that marking period, but for all subsequent marking periods! The message had been received loud and clear: Schoolwork first, social life second.

The point is, lest you think that these are the tirades of a dyed-in-the-wool doctoral candidate, that I have been that kid. The second part of that truth is that I had it (figuratively, of course) beaten out of me. I didn’t turn it around because I was upset at having disappointed my parents (although I was), or because I was thinking about college, or because I just had some kind of epiphany about what, exactly, my job was at the time. I turned it around because I didn’t like the consequences of not turning it around. It’s that simple.

Which brings me back to the idea of being afraid, because oh, man, the degree to which fear is driving the bus here! Parents are afraid to take things away or impose punishments, public school teachers are afraid of being blamed for their failing students, colleges are afraid of losing enrollment stats, and kids are afraid of…nuthin’.

Know what I’m afraid of most of all? The day these kids hear this complete sentence: “NO.” I’m part of the problem here, I’m well aware. That tough-as-nails 23-year-old teacher I once was has left the building permanently. A combination of having my own kids and getting older has made me complicit, mellowed me to the point of being “soft.” I say “okay,” way too often. I’ve justified it by saying that it’s better that they do it late, or halfway, than not at all. I’ve pretended to believe outrageous lies and I've accepted ridiculous excuses. I’ve worried that their lives are hard, that hearing “no,” might be the thing to put them over the edge. I’ve told myself that everyone deserves to be cut a break just once (or twice, or three times…)

The fact is, 95% of the time, when I say “okay,” what I’m really doing is: 1) Telling them that I don’t believe they can do it; and 2) Failing to give them the priceless, often life-changing opportunity to be accountable; to face the consequences of their actions.

Oh, and by the way? The girl with the dead cat got her extension. Not from me, but from my co-conspirator, the Dean of Students.

Something needs to change, folks. And fast.

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wildwandererblog · 7 years

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#23 Mt. Lindsey – 14,042 (and Northwest Lindsey 14,020)

I arrived late at the trailhead for 2 reasons:

1: When I got up I needed to fold some laundry, start a new load, and clean up from the kids’ late night baking session (the dishwasher was full and needed to be unloaded and then loaded again).

2: The I25 was closed for 2 exits and the detour took forever because of all the semis trying to navigate the downtown streets.

So even though I got up at 2am I made it to the Huerfano / Lily Lake Trailhead at 6:15am. Here are some pics of the easy 4WD road to the trailhead.

There were two other cars in the parking lot (which could probably hold 10 in the immediate area, but there was a lot of room on the road itself as well). I was on the trail by 6:30pm. It was just beginning to get light outside.

The beginning of this hike was pretty easy. It followed a creek and a boulder field.

I could tell the views on the way back were going to be amazing!

I followed a waterfall up a hill and saw two hikers at the mine. (Side note, I had an epiphany here: Mine probably came from the word “mine”. Think about it). Anyway, they were on the other side of the stream and couldn’t hear me, so I waved and continued on.

Here’s my first view of Mt. Lindsey. It’s the peak to the center right.

I crossed this basin and ascended the hillside. At the top I took a shadow selfie, because that’s what I do.

Here I reached a saddle, and decided to leave my hiking pole at a cairn, as this was a class 3 hike/climb and it wouldn’t help any when I needed two hands. I took a picture of both sides of Mt. Lindsey and put my camera away.

It was here I met a man who stopped me: “Hey, do you blog?”

Me: “Yes”

Man: “Aren’t you WildWanderer? I’ve seen all your stuff on the 14ers site. You’re famous! You’ve been rocking out the peaks this summer!”

I thanked him, argued a bit about the “famous” part, and was on my way.

We met up again while I was putting on my helmet. I was trying to figure out my route. I didn’t want to hold my map as I was climbing, so I was studying the picture I had and what I could see in front of me. I didn’t want to take the gully (blue line) because I’m not a fan of gullies. I wanted to take the pink line, as that’s an easy class 3.

I put on my helmet, put away my map, and started my way up. I’d told myself to just hug the left side of the ridge and I’d be fine. The sunlight was blinding, shining directly in my eyes. It was difficult to see any sort of trail. It took some maneuvering, but I felt I was doing pretty well. Until I came to the crux. That’s where the route diverges into 3 different parts about halfway up the ridge. However, I couldn’t tell that was where I was at. Looking at a picture/map is totally different from when you’re actually climbing. You can’t see much in front of you or behind you while climbing, so you have to go by memory. I knew I was good as long as I stayed to the left of the ridge, so I looked up and started climbing. The easiest route looked to be the pitch, so that’s where I went. It wasn’t too hard until I was almost all the way up. This is what it looked like:

I kept thinking to myself as I was climbing: “This is MUCH harder than Longs Peak. Aren’t they both supposed to be class 3’s?” My research had told me Longs was harder than Lindsey. I felt what I was doing was within my abilities, but why was this so difficult? And why did this feel so much more difficult than Longs?

By this time the man who’d talked with me before had caught up with me again. I was doing the route finding and he was following me. Since I had an extra pair of eyes I called back to him “Hey, from where you’re standing does it look like this line goes to the top?”

He said it did, and I was almost there. Great! Except I didn’t fit though the path I needed to take, and going back down wasn’t an option I wanted to take. I’m not a big girl (5’4”, 105lbs), but in order to make this move I’d need to remove my backpack and lift myself/crawl sideways and up through a tight space. Once again, I felt secure I could do this (without my backpack). I discussed this with the man below me, and we decided to help each other out: I took off my backpack, climbed up, and he handed it up to me, then took off his and handed me his backpack. This worked great, and we both made it! The entire time I kept thinking to myself how I did NOT want to go down this way! I couldn’t see what was below me, and even knowing there was a ledge just beyond my sight I knew it’d be suicide. I needed to find a safer route down.

We separated once again and I was off to find the summit. This part of the hike was slippery with a lot of loose rock. When I finally gained the ridge to what I hoped was Mt. Lindsey I realized I was at Northwest Lindsey (14,020). Luckily I could see Mt. Lindsey in the distance.

I thought briefly about taking a picture of me summiting here, but didn’t deem it as too important, so I pressed on.

The rest of the hike was easy. I followed the small saddle towards Mt. Lindsey, and then looked back at Northwest Lindsey.

This part of the hike was only about 200 yards, and soon I summited! I was the first to summit today!

I got out my map and looked at my options for the way down. That’s when I realized I’d hiked a class 4! Check this out: Here’s a picture of what I’d intended to climb (the pink route)

And what I actually climbed (the red line).

Now everything made sense! When the man I’d climbed with reached the summit I told him about our achievement and we fist-bumped. Then promptly discussed taking the gully back down. I wasn’t sure I wanted to do this because I didn’t know where it started back down. I passed several gullies and wanted to be sure I was hiking the correct one on my way down. My intent was to hike back the way I’d came, but to try to find the class 3 route down. If I couldn’t, I’d load my GPS with different directions and go looking for the correct gully.

I was off, and on my way back decided to indeed take a picture at Northwest Lindsey, just because I don’t’ ever want to climb this mountain again and I wanted proof I’d been here. That class 4 part was really the climb up Northwest Lindsey, so I felt I’d earned a picture.

Here’s the way back to Northwest Lindsey

And my summit selfie

As I started down I noticed the couple I’d passed at the mine coming up what I presumed was the gully. We talked about their route up, and they gave me directions back down the gully. This seemed like a good option. All I needed to do was aim for the red dirt in the middle right of this picture, and then the route down would be visible.

So that’s what I did. And this is what that route looked like:

It wasn’t very much fun. I’m not sure which was worse, the ridge up or the gully down. In fact, as I met hikers trying to make the decision which route to take I wasn’t sure what to tell them. They were both pretty crummy. I was just glad I didn’t need to do either of them ever again.

As I reached the saddle I turned and looked back at the mountain. Can you see the class 4 pitch?

Here it is…

I felt like a badass as I continued hiking back down.

I talked to a bunch of hikers on the way down, but didn’t see anyone after I reached the saddle. Except for a marmot in all his glory.

The trail went through a pine forest, which was lovely except the evergreens are losing their needles for some reason. The ground was littered with green pine needles, which are extremely slippery.

The trees are just starting to change colors here.

Oh, and I found a patch of wild strawberries by the stream! I love hiking this time of year because of things like this!

So, here are my final stats:

Started hike at 6:30am

Summited around 9:15am (I looked but forgot the time…)

Made it back to my Truck at 12pm

Total hike time: 5 hours 30 minutes

Total Mileage: 8.25 miles

Total Elevation Gain: 3500’ (it felt like way more)

Here’s a 360 degree view of the summit

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