About three-quarters of the way up Old Rag and hating tectonic plates for their roles in creating mountains, I doubted whether a college-aged Tina Fey had climbed the mountain, as she had claimed in Bossypants.
But I had read the book too far back. Upon coming back to sea level and rereading her Old Rag chapter, climbing it at night with a crush in hilarious/sad fashion, I realized I was wrong to have doubted her. Oh Tina, how you win me over. I agreed with all three of these passages.
“The first leg of our journey was the walk from the parking lot to the beginning of the actual trail. It was about a mile and a half. By the time we got to the foot of the mountain, I was already nauseous from overexertion and trying to hide it.”
“The way down from Old Rag is a forest road. We found a stream in the woods and finally got a drink of water. We scooped it up with our hands and it was the greatest, most satisfying drink of water I ever had in my life.”
“As weird as the night’s events had been, I couldn’t help but be excited about the fact that I had climbed a mountain. I never would have thought I could do that.”