Never tried hiking that way, but back in the '60's, my new bride and I took on a forest lookout job for our summer job/honeymoon between quarters at school. The mountain was holy to the Couer d' Alene tribe; they used to strip their adolescent boys and send 'em up to the peak, naked, to have a name dream. The boy would get his adult name, however long it took, then build a pile of rocks that was the boy forever, and a man went down the mountain to take his new place in the tribe. The wind in the rocks (the mountain was called "Baldy") around the tower sounded pretty eery at night, like all those starving, thirsty, scared kids were wailing at their fate. I was stirred to commune with them, so I left the tower one night, stripped, and sat out on a rock to engage the mountain, cheek to cheek, as it were. Got colder'n the dickens, didn't build a rockpile, got dressed and went back to the warm lookout and warmer bed. Don't think it changed me much--but then I never was much for hallucinations. Haven't been naked in the wild ever since!
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