Friend of a friend had this to say about that:
On the twelfth day of corn, the Sierra gave to me:
12 thousand feet,
11 hours in motion,
10 perfect turns,
9 hunks of cheese
8 dreams of beer
7 windy mornings
6 creaky knees
Fiiiiive biiig descents!
4 nasty socks
3 sunburns
2 mismatched gloves
And a sage grouse in a pine tree.
