1998 was my first full season of hiking. I wasn't limited to where I could go because I hadn't covered any ground yet. My options were wide open since I was so new to the area and to hiking in general. I logically started with shorter hikes to test the waters. As the summer progressed, I got a bit more aggressive and felt like I had put a few miles behind me.
By October I was starting to log some rather good hikes and I convinced myself that I was the next best thing to a mountaineer. I feel as though it was a successful hiking season, and although I wasn't out there climbing Mount Everest it was a lot of fun.