Spencers Butte?

A couple of days ago a group from the house went hiking up Spencer's Butte. I believe that is the right name of the thing we hiked. I am now awed by the length of the thin and ghost like thing passing for existence that I've have in this town without hiking said Butte.

There were six who went altogether- Kari, the Alaskan girl, and a couple of guys she knew, Emily(a Freshman) and me, and Pavan(a guy who lives at the house). It was so warm that Kari wore shorts. I have it in my mind now that she was skipping alot, but that is probably just an impression. Most of the way Emily, Pavan, and I were together going more slowly, and Kari and the guys were ahead someplace. We went through the belly of the woods at first. The trail was a bright brown mud, and the rest of the world was dark green and pillars. Higher up, the trail was still coated with snow. Those bits were a little bit scary going up, because the snow was neither melted nor solid, and there was absolutely no traction(and it was quite steep). Pavan and I helped Emily, because she was freaking out a little. Just after that, we got above the trees, and the trail disappeared in piles of big rocks and slopes of short grass. All around was wind going through empty space. I think we went even slower then, because we kept stopping to look and/or take pictures. The horizon finally opened out- a ring of hill tops, and the white peaks of mountains jutting through here and there. As we went up, the view got wider and deeper. It was so lovely- you could see so far... At the very top was a peak of rocks, and on it a concrete triangle where the others were sitting. We all sat up there and basked in the wind and open space for a long time.