Britt Nic Dick gave an effort to do it unsupported. She hasn't written a report yet but she did say this on Facebook.
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I can't really put into words just how amazing of an experience that was. Amazingly good, followed by amazingly "bad"...followed by amazingly elating...terrifying...eye-opening...defeating...empowering...testing...uplifting...nerve-wracking........euphoric, over and over and over again - and sometimes all emotions seemingly at the same time.
At first when I knew my little adventure was over, I was frustrated; I felt I had so much yet to give. The best analogy I could think of was that it felt like I had a full tank of gas in a broken down car; I had the fuel to get to the destination, but the vehicle needed some work done before it could get to "Point B."
But as I sit and reflect on the last 60 hours or so, I can't help but feel completely gratified. Aside from the loss of my mother, this was without a doubt the most humbling experience of my life. I knew going in that I would face unexpected obstacles, but never did I ever imagine facing - and overcoming - the amounts and types of challenges I encountered. If someone had told me prior to my attempt what I would go up against and work my way through, I never would have believed myself capable.
I was fueled by more adrenaline, fear, and primal "instincts" over the past 2 1/2 days than in all other days combined, it feels. Although it was only 57 hours (to when I finally, slowly, and painfully descended my last peak summited), I could almost swear it was upwards of a week. Constant gauging, focus, learning. Continuous pushing - whether pushing up, down, forward, 4,000 feet or two tiny inches. And, all the while, trying to remember to STOP and LOOK around; take everything in, for how Lucky am I to have that sort of opportunity. Oftentimes remembering to genuinely appreciate the experience was the hardest part.
I didn't do what I set out to do. But, I knew that I was going into an incredible challenge far beyond the imaginable. I knew the odds and the potential for "failure." I knew there were great risks involved. But how else does one know his or her own capacity than by testing it to the fullest? How else does one grow? Sometimes you just need to put All pride aside, forget the fears - especially the fears of failure - and Just Go For It. The worst thing that happens? You fail. And you'll learn more from that "failure" than from any other sweet victory.
Although I was conquered by injury in the end, I know this much to be true: I went out into the Rocky Mountain Sawatch Range alone for 3 days and 2 nights, carried all of my own food and gear, linked and summited seven 14,000+ foot peaks in 52 hours, endured lightning, hail, and snow storms, faced one very interested mountain lion and a pack of (very harmless) coyotes (details to come in my write-up), made lots of mistakes along the way, slept a total of 3 or 4 very restless hours in a semi water-resistant bivy, witnessed two bursting sunsets from close to 3 miles high, got Mama's ashes to the top of each summit, and (apparently) set the record for number of unsupported peaks summited for Nolan's 14.
I have never been more proud of a personal effort.