Pulling up beside Xavier we top out onto the summit ridge as the West Coast comes into view for the first time. The burning in my legs vanishes, I can’t believe how well it’s gone, there’s the summit just there, a short but airy jaunt away. All those legends whose stories I had read and my parents who had traversed the entire mile long summit ridge, to be here, where they had stood is impossible to describe. Fraser and Nadine join us to stare out across the land amongst the obligatory ice axe high fives.