My First 14er: Pikes Peak, Colorado

Growing up, I felt like my bond with my brother Cody was close. Granted, our four-year age gap meant that we were in middle school, high school and college at different times, we ran in separate friend groups, and we didn’t have much in common. Regardless, I have always felt a deep loyalty to and fondness for my younger brother.

We grew up together primarily with our hard-working single dad. Most of the time, it felt to me like it was the three of us against the world. My dad worked long hours to make ends meet, and I spent my afternoons and evenings after school taking care of my brother. The three of us were in this thing together, just trying to make it work.

The distance between us.

After I moved to St. Louis for a job and my brother was still in college, he and I didn’t keep in touch so well. I had a falling out with his girlfriend at the time, and it created a huge rift between us. I could barely communicate with my own brother for almost two years. That lasted until his relationship was coming to an end and we made arrangements for him to take the train to St. Louis for a weekend so he could get away and clear his head.

While taking him around my new city to see the sights and eating at my favorite local spots, we worked out the conflict that had kept us apart and bonded over what he was going through. Not long after I moved back to Kansas City, we even lived together while my husband was deployed to Afghanistan and stationed at Fort Polk in Louisiana.

Soon, my brother enlisted in the Army, too. Promptly after basic training, he deployed to Afghanistan for a year. After he returned from overseas, he stayed stationed at Ft. Bliss in El Paso for another few years until his contract was up.

I didn’t see him for most of those four years. Even after he moved home to Kansas City, we still lived entirely separate lives, only running into each other at family occasions and holidays.

We started putting in the miles.

At least until about a year ago, when I was on one of my annual solo hiking trips to Salt Lake City and Moab. I was at my SLC Airbnb, wrecked after a 13-mile day hiking in and around the mountains. I was reflecting on my love for hiking and how I wished I had someone back home to hike with more often. I reached out to my brother to ask if he would be interested in hiking with me in Kansas City. He immediately said yes, without hesitation.

Our first hike was on the Minor Park trails along the Blue River. We were terrible navigators on this poorly marked trail system that had recently sustained some trail damage, but we had a great time getting more than eight miles in on our first outing.

Our First Hike at Minor Park on the Blue River in Kansas City

A few weeks later we tried the Shawnee Mission Park trail system. We branched out to Swope Park. Then Kill Creek Park. Then we started bringing our dad into it from time to time. We just kept showing up. Now, I look forward to our Sunday 8 a.m. hikes almost every weekend.

Aside from getting in a workout and appreciating the beautiful and changing scenery on these hikes, there is not much else to do but talk. We have put in a lot of hours and miles together on these hikes. The experience has helped us rebuild our relationship from the ground up, staying more connected to each other’s lives and bonding over this newfound, shared love of hiking.

One of the things born out of this weekly hike was a big dream – Cody and I have our hearts set on hiking the 93-mile Wonderland Trail around the perimeter of Mount Rainier. It started as a daydream that seemed distantly possible, but strangely detached from reality. But now, he and I are taking real, tangible steps to make this dream happen.

We started researching, we started building our Osprey backpacking packs, and we booked our first out-of-town joint hiking trip to hike and summit Pikes Peak, a 14er (mountain over 14,000 feet) just outside of Colorado Springs to test our gear – and ourselves.

From Flatlands to 14ers

We decided we needed a more aggressive, mountainous hike that would put us and our gear to the test, and the flatlands of Kansas wouldn’t be enough. Central Colorado is just an eight-hour drive from here, and easy enough to pull together a month out. So we started digging into the extensive REI catalog to build out our backpacking gear and practically threw a dart at a map to decide on Pikes Peak for a three-day hiking and camping trip.

Pikes Peak, nicknamed America’s Mountain, is a 14,114-foot peak among dozens of 14ers in Colorado’s Rocky Mountains. It is the longest and greatest elevation gain of the Class 1 (“easiest”) Colorado 14ers.

Pikes Peak America's Mountain

We committed, so we had to build out our backpacking packs. I was shelling out so much cash to REI I was worried I’d have to live in the tent I bought. I just kept swiping and telling myself this was an investment in a lifetime of adventures.

It didn’t take long for people to start pointing out how difficult the hike was, and all the terrible things that could happen. Altitude sickness. Lightning strikes. Bear attacks.

One text from a particularly badass 14er-hiking friend who is also a glutton for punishment: “The altitude and the sheer rocks/incline is physically awful, and then there is the mindfuck that I can’t describe…”

To add to the chaos, my dog took a turn for the worse. We had originally planned for three days of short hikes with two overnight camps so we could acclimate to the altitude, but we shortened the hiking to two days/one night at the last minute so I could be with my dog.

Cue crippling anxiety.

No Sleep Till Colorado Springs.

With the last minute plan change, we drove through the night from Kansas City to Colorado Springs. Neither of us managed to sleep much, except for a choppy hour at a rest stop, and Cody pulled the heavy lifting on driving. We arrived in Colorado Springs about 7 a.m., then got breakfast at Good Karma Cafe in Manitou Springs to get our bearings and fuel up for the hike – eggs, potatoes, bread, classic breakfast.

Breakfast at Good Karma Cafe in Manitou Springs, CO

We tried to get parking at the Manitou Incline/Barr Trailhead lots, but 8:30 a.m. is a late start in these parts so we ended up parking near City Hall and taking the free shuttle to the lot, which was a steep push up to the trailhead.

I was immediately huffing, puffing, trudging and whining up the hill. We were in for a beast of a hike.

Our first 14er: Pikes Peak

Between our 35- to 45-pound packs, our limited time to properly acclimate due to our surprise time constraints, and our delusional under-conditioning, almost everything about this hike was a slog. (Note: We strongly advise against failing to acclimate properly, especially with the dangerous risk of altitude sickness.)

On day one, we hiked the slowest six miles we have ever done in our lives. What would have taken us two hours in Kansas City took us almost six hours at altitude in Colorado. The first and last three miles of the 12.6-mile Barr Trail were brutal for me. Here’s how it went down.

Hiking Day 1: Manitou Springs to Barr Camp

The shuttle didn’t drop us off right at the trailhead, so we had to hoof it up a super steep hill just to get to the starting block.

Before we had completed our first mile on the trail, we were already stopping frequently and questioning how we would ever make it to the top at this rate. The packs felt as if they weighed a ton and we couldn’t catch our breath. We also got a later start than we had planned, so we were hiking in the dead middle of the day when the sun was highest and hottest. (While planning we feared everything from lightning to snow, but fortunately we got perfect fall hiking weather in late September on Pikes Peak. )


We were dodging tourists and local morning hikers left and right, especially those coming down from the Manitou Incline, a particularly difficult single-mile hike that goes almost a mile straight up in the air. You gain more than 2,000 feet in just under a mile. I had actually done this hike almost exactly five years before. I even took the Barr Trail back down and thought it was beautiful then.

Now I hated every single thing about this trail.

Barr Trail 4-Mile Marker

At every breather break and mile marker in the first half of day one, I was bargaining with myself that we could just as easily turn around and call it a day, and that would be perfectly reasonable. But Cody’s energy and motivation were enough fuel to keep me moving.

Water Break Barr Trail Pikes Peak

Fortunately, the second half  of the day was far more merciful, though by no means “easy.” The incline gradient became slightly less steep. The terrain became more of a flat trail than an endless set of stairs. We were further in toward camp than we were to go back out, exactly what I needed to suffer through the rest.

Barr Trail's Merciful Flat Parts

Finally, at just a mile or so from Barr Camp, our stopping point for the day, we got our first good view of the peak. Folks call this “Lightning Point” and reaching it would have been an accomplishment itself for me just a few years ago.

View of Pikes Peak from Lightning Point

It’s hard to describe the feeling. Immense relief to have the weight of our packs lifted up on boulders and not be walking. A small burst of energy and excitement to keep moving and finish this thing. Resignation to just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Sheer terror at how far we had to go to get to the top.

View of Pikes Peak from Lightning Point

When we finally made it to Barr Camp around 3 p.m., there were tons of people already hanging out on the porch and chatting. We actually chose not to reserve a cabin or tent at Barr Camp, and instead elected to pitch our tents in the Pike National Forest just across the path, because they allowed us to use their bathrooms and bear bins, and collect water from their stream access point.

Staking Tent at Pike National Forest Outside Barr Camp

It felt incredible to get that stupid pack off my back. Imagine the feeling of relief of putting on warm, dry socks after a long, cold, wet winter day. Or the relief of finally peeing after you’ve had to hold it for several hours and you were about to explode. Taking off your bra and high heels after hours on your feet at some fancy event you didn’t even want to be at. It was more of a relief than all of those things combined. And I love my Merrell hiking shoes, but taking those off and putting on my lightweight and warm Allbirds Wool Loungers at camp was positively bliss.

Drinking Tea in My Tent at Campsite in Pike National Forest

We had several hours of daylight left, and we still had our work cut out for us. Setting up camp, pitching two tents, filtering water from the stream to resupply, and cooking and cleaning up after dinner may not seem like much, but we were wrecked at this point. Every step was a chore, and I was feeling dizzy and nauseous from the hunger and altitude for a bit.

Camping in Pike National Forest

As we were setting up camp, I asked Cody how he felt about his first day. “Exhausted. Sore. Creaky. But really happy with our success. I like the physicality of it, pushing ourselves to our limits.”

The moment we got food in our bellies everything seemed more promising. Cody was snoring in his tent by 6:30 p.m.

Cody Relaxing at Camp in Pike National Forest

As exhausted as I was, I was lying awake in my tent on the verge of an anxiety attack. I’m not positive, but I assume it was some combination of worrying about my sick dog back home, being in an unfamiliar place and camping for the first time, and a gripping fear of the “active bear at our camp” that a sign warned us about when we arrived at Barr Camp.

Fortunately, I bore the weight of a single issue of National Geographic on this hike and was able to read until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. With my hat, socks, full outfit and gloves on inside my sleeping bag, I finally fell asleep.

I ultimately ended up ditching the extra layers – the sleeping bag was great. I think I rotated every hour into a new sleeping position. Even with a sleeping mat, the hard ground was uncomfortable. But with 10 hours to get enough sleep in, I was happy to do it.

Hiking Day 2: Barr Camp to Pikes Peak Summit

We awoke at 5 a.m. to have a quick breakfast, break camp, and hit the trail again. We had expected for our muscles to have turned to stone and to struggle to get moving, but we felt surprisingly fresh.

It had been breezy throughout the night, but now it was perfectly still. We woke up under a black sky dotted with an unbelievable sea of stars.

Stars in the Night Sky Silhouetted Against Pine Trees on Pikes Peak

As the tiniest bit of light started to peek over the horizon, the pine trees were silhouetted against the sky.

Sunrise in the Pines at Pike National Forest

We enjoyed sunrise at the camp, boiled water for our breakfast, stuffed our faces, and then hit the trail by 6:30 a.m.

Daybreak at Pike National Forest Campsite on Pikes Peak

The first few miles of day two were simply beautiful. They were a fraction as challenging as all the miles the day before, though still called for plenty of stopping to catch our breath.

Day Two Hiking Barr Trail Pikes Peak

But the chilly air and cool morning breeze were refreshing and we were fresh from rest and food in our bellies. We were making good time with miles coming in around 35 minutes.

Hiking Barr Trail to Pikes Peak Summit

We were surrounded by aspen trees just beginning the transformation to fall, and stunning peeks at rolling hills and mountains through breaks in the green and gold leaves as the sun continued to rise around us.

Aspen Fall Colors on Barr Trail

This was my favorite stretch of the hike. It felt like the hike I had imagined in my head. It felt like we were really going to make it.

Rocky Mountains Peeking Through Aspens on Pikes Peak

The views of the Colorado Springs skyline and taking in the vistas of other small peaks and alpine lakes, starting around the Barr Trail A-frame, were a nice comfort as we made our way up the mountain.

Rocky Mountain Vistas Alpine Lake

Then we hit the tree line. At first, things seemed fine, maintaining the fairly steady pace with slightly more shallow inclines. Then shit got real. We had gained another 2,500 feet of altitude and the path became gravelly and it felt like every step forward was a tiny step back.

Tree Line on Barr Trail Pikes Peak

Barr Trail Past the A-Frame

We had to break it down into 100 steps, 50 steps, even as few as 25 steps at a time in some places just to get through it. (Mainly me.) We were easily the slowest hikers on the trail, getting passed up by everyone from local nine-year-olds to 90-year-olds.

Pikes Peak Above the Tree Line Alpine Lake View

I honestly feel bad for my brother, because I was an absolutely miserable person to be around for the last three miles. I was stopping to wheeze and catch my breath leaning on a rock probably every minute. I was discouraged, exhausted, having a hard time breathing, could barely pick up my legs to take the next step, hungry yet no appetite.

Rest Break on Pikes Peak with REI Coop Bag

This was a truly disheartening part of the trail – but at 9.5 miles in, we had no choice but to continue. So close, yet so far.

Overlook from Pikes Peak Barr Trail

But we kept pushing. With my brother behind me and supporting me at every step, my dad’s voice echoed in my head, “Just take one step at a time, Heather.” He has said those words to me so many times over the years when I was struggling to move through something. I didn’t always fully appreciate the meaning, but it got me through some really difficult moments in my life. Never had the words been so literal as they were now.

Pikes Peak Overlooking Colorado Springs

We reached the 16 Golden Stairs. I had been warned that they were “neither golden, nor stairs, nor just 16 of them.” In fact, they were a series of stone switchback pairs, many of which required steep step-ups or scrambling.

Rock Scrambling 16 Golden Stairs to Pikes Peak

As difficult as these were – we were warned – I had a fresh burst of energy knowing I was so close to the top. Slowly and steadily we climbed the stairs, careful to gauge our footing in narrow, rocky patches with steep drop-offs. Frankly, it was just nice to be doing something different than slogging through molasses on the flat trail. This was my second favorite part of the Barr Trail hike up Pikes Peak.

Reaching the Summit of Pikes Peak

Between 12:30 and 1:00 p.m. on Sunday, September 22, my brother and I successfully summited Pikes Peak. After scrambling over the 16 Golden Stairs and trudging through the 200-yard home stretch of the trail, there was one last rock scramble with the end in sight.

When I climbed over that final step to the peak I was overwhelmed with emotion. A combination of exhaustion, relief, pride and elation brought me to tears.

Emotional Ascent to Pikes Peak Summit

The peak was crawling with tourists who had driven their cars to the top, taking cell phone pics from the edge. More than a few asked if we had just hiked the whole way. Despite hating how casual all of them looked while I was practically crawling weakly on my hands and knees into the building, I was so proud to be able to tell them yes.

Pikes Peak Summit Tourist Sign

We treated ourselves to the famed donuts of Pikes Peak that we climbed 7,800 feet in elevation gain for (the coffee was awful), bought a souvenir each, and collapsed into our booth to await our Rocky Mountain Ride shuttle back down the mountain. Being our first 14er and proper backpacking trip ever, we felt it would be wise to shuttle down.

This 14,114-foot peak is the most demoralizing hike I have ever done. I am no mountaineer. I wanted to give up constantly, especially in the beginning and the end.

But my little brother, with his infinite patience and sage words of wisdom beyond his 29 years, suffered with me.

He followed behind me. He gave me permission to wheeze and whine as long and as much as I needed to. But he never let me give up. Hands down, he is the only reason I stuck with it and got to the top of that mountain.

“Were we in over our heads?” he asked at one point. “Absolutely. But we know now that we can do it. It was definitely challenging, but the setbacks are just part of the challenge, and it’s all about how we can fix them and move forward.”

This statement feels bigger than the hike.

Things haven’t always been perfect or easy for the two of us, but this experience reminded me that he always has my back when I need him most.

This trip was filled with so many new life experiences, new learnings, new challenges. It was a huge goal accomplishment in so many ways – from setting up a tent for the first time, to summiting a mountain (a 14er, at that!) for the first time, my first proper camping not at our family farm, our first official backpacking trip. There’s no one on earth I’d rather earn these accomplishments with than my brother.

When I look at a wide angle photo from the bottom of the trail facing upward, and there’s a red line drawn over the distance and shape of the path to the peak, my mind is blown at what we just accomplished.

As much as we complained and suffered and questioned what the hell we were thinking, and for all the swearing that we would never do this to ourselves again, we are already making a list of the next few mountains we’re going to conquer.

Colorado Springs

While taking on our first 14er with a monster hike to test ourselves and our gear was the focus of our trip and the real story here, there were a few gems from the rest of our trip to Colorado Springs I want to share.

Our Airbnb

This was my brother’s first time ever staying in an Airbnb! It seemed apropos to choose the one labeled “Indiana Jones Stays Here on Holiday” in Fountain City, about 20 minutes from downtown Colorado Springs, and it was described as “the most interesting and comfortable place to stay in Colorado.”

Frankly, I’m inclined to agree. This is the new best AirBNB I’ve ever stayed in. (If you want to try AirBNB for the first time, here is my referral link.) Arriving at Austin’s beautiful home was such a refreshing, rejuvenating experience after two tough backpacking days.

He was waiting for us upon our arrival to give us a fascinating tour of the home, which was impeccably decorated with unique international artifacts he had collected and his own original artwork. He is a great host, infinitely courteous, and he has the sweetest dog, Haiku, who is happy to show you all her favorite tricks if you’re up for it.

Fountain City, CO Airbnb Collector's Living Room

Austin’s interior design background shines through with every beautiful detail in the home. At every turn, it felt like Austin had thought of every tiny detail that could make the stay better.

Airbnb Fountain City, CO Foyer

It was the big things, like having the most comfortable beds and the softest bamboo sheets on earth, to the little things, like adding his own personal recommendations to the local restaurant menus, chocolate mints on the pillows, and board games in the closet.

It was the creative things, like his own original rendition of the wonders of the world built from stone and brick in his backyard, and the convenient things, like having snacks and refreshments, as well as ingredients on-hand for us to whip up a pancake breakfast without having to leave the house.

Pancake Breakfast at Fountain City, CO Airbnb

After feeling disgusting and wiped out from the hike, it was so nice to have all these luxuries and start to feel human again. There’s nothing better to bring you back to life than a bubble bath in the giant tub in the Bamboo room with candlelight, music and a book.

Bamboo Room at Fountain City, CO Airbnb

Our only regret is not booking a few extra days to just relax and enjoy the area with Austin’s rental as our phenomenal home base. We will definitely be back on our next hiking trip to the area.

What We Ate

After eating undercooked trail food out of bags for two days, it felt like we earned some good meals while we were in the city. We ate at two places, The Rabbit Hole and Cerberus Brewing.

The Rabbit Hole

I really dig the entrance to the Rabbit Hole, though they need to fix their neon sign. It looks like you’re going to walk down into a subway station, but instead, you are taken into a trendy underground restaurant with dim mood lighting and Alice in Wonderland-inspired décor. Fortunately, they were able to fit us in without a reservation.

Entrance to the Rabbit Hole Restaurant in Colorado Springs

This was our dinner the night we came off the mountain and we felt famished. Bring on the protein, carbs, and cheese. My brother was feeling adventurous, so he tried mussels for the first time. I had only ever had mussels in white wine or red sauce, but the Rabbit Hole’s were prepared in a Pretzel lager with garlic butter. They were super savory and satisfying.

For our meals, Cody opted for the Laughing Lab Colorado braised lamb  shank over haystack goat mashers and baby carrots, with a chocolate milk stout demi-glace, plus an ice cold beer he had been daydreaming about since mile  three on the mountain. He said the goat cheese took the mashed potatoes to the next level.

I chose the seafood pasta, with shrimp, scallops, and lobster over linguine pasta with a carbonara cream sauce. The kitchen graciously allowed me to leave the bacon off (I’m pescatarian), so I know that I missed out on a little of the salt and fat that probably brought the whole dish together, but it stood up well and checked all my carbs, protein and cheese boxes for the evening. Only bummer was that one of the scallops didn’t have its ‘foot’ removed, but I caught it before taking a bite.

Seafood Pasta at Rabbit Hole Restaurant in Colorado Springs

Cerberus Brewing

My dudes, you have to go to Cerberus Brewing. My meal was everything I dreamed it would be and more. This place came recommended by a Twitter friend, Chris Jones and it was the best possible way to close out our trip before the drive back.

We started our patio exerience with matching beer flights so we got to try five of their brews. I tried the Elysium IPA, Demeter Saison, No Big Deal Kolsch, Johnny Marzen, and one other.

Beer Flight at Cerberus Brewing Co. in Colorado Springs

We also ordered their fried green tomatoes as a starter. Y’all. This appetizer was so baller. Fried green tomatoes with whipped chevre, lavender, crunchy jicama and watermelon radish slaw with cilantro and a lime vinaigrette. It is every bit as delicious as it sounds.

Sampling Beers at Cerberus Brewing Co.

For our main, Cody got the Jamaican-spiced pulled chicken sandwich on special with a side of their pickled vegetables. I went for their beer mustard gnocchi, and I’m not exaggerating, this was the best meal I’d had in recent memory. Gnocchi submerged in a rich cheddar ale sauce, topped with broccoli, balsamic mushrooms, a red pepper relish, heirloom tomatoes, pickled mustard seeds, and sorrel greens. It is so rare that I get to be surprised by flavors in a dish anymore. The mustard seeds and ale sauce were so hearty with the creamy bites of gnocchi and complemented beautifully by the savory but tart balsamic mushrooms and fresh vegetables.

Beer Mustard Gnocchi at Cerberus Brewing in Colorado Springs

We closed our visit to Cerberus Brewing by picking up a few of their “crowlers” – their 32-ounce beers that they can on the spot – to take home to my better half, who took amazing care of my struggling dog so I could go on this momentous trip with my brother.

Then, we hit the road to head back east just as the clouds were rolling in and the rain came to Colorado Springs.

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10 thoughts on “My First 14er: Pikes Peak, Colorado

  1. Lori O says:

    I love everything about this! So glad you had an incredible experience and shared it with us! I hope I can hit a demoralizing trail with you someday 😉

  2. Austin Davidson says:

    I read this with great interest and enjoyment! The writing is exceptional and the story so sweet. As the owner of the airbnb mentioned at the end (thank you!!!), I cannot say what a joy this was to read. I’ve hosted so many people, but rarely get any insight into what guests do in the area or what they may be going through. Getting this glimpse into your adventure and your family connection was simply awesome. Also, I’ve done this hike once myself, so I could visualize and sympathize as you describe the agony at times, especially those last “16” golden steps. That hike is not an easy one, especially for the unacclimated, so you both have my total respect.

    Lastly, I just want to thank you for the kind words regarding my airbnb! I was so touched to read your descriptions and honored you would take the time to include a write up about your time at my place.

    If you all ever make it out this way again, I would love to host you both again. Thank you so, so much for writing and this and then sharing you and your brother’s story! What a delight to read!

  3. Brittany says:

    Heather! This is Brittany from Rocky Mountain Ride. We just came across your blog! This is such a fantastic resource, we’d love to share it to our site as well, with your permission of course. Thanks so much for the mention and link!!

    1. Heather says:

      By all means, Brittany, please feel free to share! Thanks again for a great service after a long few days on the mountain. 🙂

  4. KCK says:

    You captured the feeling very well. I have climbed it seven times, but I definitely remember the first time. Nowadays I like taking new people with me each time. I love the looks on their faces after accomplishing something so exceptional – something they never thought they would do. For my eighth summit attempt, I am taking another new group this fall and I shared your story with all of them because it is so accurate. Congratulations.

    1. Heather says:

      Thank you so very much! My brother and I just did our second 14er last weekend – we took on Quandary Peak. It was dramatically easier without 40+ pounds on my back. 😀 The descent was pretty gnarly and frustrating though!

  5. Susan Easterly says:

    I just came across this article, and I really appreciate it. I live in The Springs, and I’m thinking about doing this hike for my 56th birthday in September. Your step-by-step is most helpful. I am thinking of doing it in 1 day (so I don’t have to carry camping gear). I have done The Incline, and I know how to persevere, so, I have that going for me. I am trying to find out how people might train for this. For example, in my youth, I ran a few marathons. There was always an increasing long run on Sundays. I’m thinking this might be the way to go – hiking regularly, with long hikes on Sundays, but if you have ideas on how one might prepare for this, I would appreciate it!!! I, like you, am not a master camper or hiker. I’m just a girl who loves to hike and be outdoors, then retreat to a warm tub and a cold beer!

    1. Heather says:

      Honestly – as a flatlander, the #1 thing I do to train for 14ers and long-distance hikes now is just throw some weight in that pack and hit the road! I do mix in standard strength training workouts with heavy emphasis on back, hips, core, legs, but nothing beats just putting those miles in. Since you live in Colorado Springs, you have all sorts of great mountains and the benefit of altitude! I think for a local Coloradan with a little training, you’ll SMOKE my time. 😀

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