Myself and my mansly buddy Tyson climbed this treacherous mountain with brute force and shear will. We climed it in the name of Mansly (the God in our religion of Manslyism), we started at the base after crossing the river from the foster falls campground. We prayed before our Journey up and then began. After a long and hard climb, we finally made it. We thanked our lord and relaxed while munching on some fruit loops. We could not have made this journey possible without the mansly stick and each other. We made our way down after about two hours of relaxation and carefully rolled down the mountain like two boulders going down a ramp. We will be returning during fall of the next year. As a side note, we have declared this mountain to be called Mt. Mansly from here forward.