Upon reaching the top, the customary Southern celebratory champagne toast was dispensed with out of respect for the presence of a minor. We attempted, but failed, to locate bench marks. On descent, the chief of base security intercepted us, who, in a highly agitated state, threatened to incarcerate the gang of eight for invading a dangerous war-zone. To defuse a highly explosive situation, we resorted to an age-old trick of boring him to death by regaling him with endless tales on the joys of highpointing. Given the transition state of McClellan, we would not recommend attempting Morton Mountain until final transfer of civilian oversight.
Future plans call for developing the area for recreational use after clearing the hills of ordnance.
As for now, entry is limited to hunters who have completed a course in unexploded ammunition. Hunting is probably not that good anyway as there tends to be a scarcity of live wildlife in minefields. Since this is an evolving situation, future highpointers should submit updates. As for local color, French chefs are not in high demand, but if you can dress a deer and turn it into sausage, you are not likely to long be a member of the unemployment roles. Various roads within the Fort lead to Morton but all are now restricted.