Outside of Palmer is the Butte, a small hill just under 100 ft. We figured that we should get ourselves in shape for later climbing by carrying our packs up this hill for a 30 minute climb. Our fearless leader was Ryan, Rapture's cousin. Much to some of our dismay (mine), this little hillock proved to be a harsh awakening as my energy level soon sapped and Ryan had to make frequent stops to wait for us. The only breeze was from the sucking of oxygen by the less-in-shape individuals. Apparently, I should have done a little conditioning before I starting climbing anything.
