Having tackled the long traverse by our independent routes, Steve and Cheryll and I eventually meet up at a rock outcropping on the saddle below the sister summits. I am the last to arrive. We break here for water and trail food, and for the expansive view. While leaning back against a boulder I notice a golden eagle describing perfect circles directly over the crown of What Used to Be Auld Lang Syne Peak, as if signaling that this unnamed summit might yet have some special significance.
“That’s so beautiful,” Cheryll remarks, admiring the eagle’s effortless gyre. “Perfect! You should write about that.”