Dune Climb was pretty quiet.
And much to our chagrin, Lake Michigan wasn't just on the other side of the crest. More like a few crests yet.
Finally, after about 1.75 miles of trudging up and down loose sand dunes.
By the end of our hike, it was dark and my legs and I weren't speaking to each other anymore. On the walk back, I offered Z to leave me behind and just bury me in the dunes. It would be a beautiful place to be interred. :-) Needless to say, our trek back was slower than trek in. A beautiful ass kicking hike indeed.