Bastish.net one again has my green-with-envy gauge pegged.

Aside from various views of Fuji, each one closer and better than that before, the actual trail did not seem out of the ordinary. yet, for some reason, I was getting high. It is a feeling that I have had a few times before. Similar to a “runner’s high”, I suppose, in that I cease to feel any soreness and I feet like I can walk forever, but it is more than that. It also opens my eyes to everything around me. I begin to notice things in ways that I usually miss – sights, smells, the freezing wind on my face. I am struck with the urge to scream and whoop and holler (something that annoys Tomoe sometimes). I can’t stop without literally feeling sick from the excitement and realization of where I am.

Mental note for future Ho-Downs: At least one should be at the foot of Mount Fuji.