View from the summit of the Catbells with the Newland Valley below, Cumbria, England. The Catbells have a height of 451 metres (1,480 feet) and are one of the most popular fells in the Lake District, offering "a shapely topknot which attracts the eye and offers a steep but obviously simple scramble.’ (wikipedia)
I don’t know about you, but 451 metres or 1,480 feet is not a simple scramble to me, and I love a hike. My dad and I used to hike down the side of a mountain about twice this height and it took us all day. (Notice I said hike down- my mother drove us up.) When we finally staggered out onto the roadway we would invariably find her sitting on a bench near the car with a book, a mug of tea, and a smug expression on her face; because she had managed to rid herself of her husband and hyperactive child for an entire day and now we were both too tired to talk.
Someone suggested I look at these Catbells, and I am terribly grateful but cannot remember who it was because my brain is like a sieve. Correction: my brain is a sieve. A metaphor is better deserved than a simile here. But the image is from lakeslover2010 on Flickr.