Hitchhiking west in August 74… naïve, innocent young,… camping some days below nearby, I determined to go to the top of Mount Baldy, though I knew not clearly why. And though nearing the top (from the southeast) I had a sudden recognition of the limits of my ideas, knowledge and experience… Now I am certain that what I vaguely sought is above even the peaks of nature.
Stephen Lapeyrouse . . . Notes Dropped Along the Way 