It’s been exactly seven years since I stepped foot on my first big mountain summit. I don’t think I realized then how significant the experience would be. I excitedly accepted the invite, borrowed a pack and did zero research before heading out for Mount Olympus. I don’t think most people with zero experience tackle a 44-mile climb with glaciers and a rock finish, but it felt natural. I remember far more emotions than actual moments — awe, delight, anxiousness, wonder, a sense of accomplishment. I never wanted it to end — and after seven years and hundreds of summits, I’m happy to say it feels like the beginning over and over again.