There were ups. As in up hills. There were downs. As in ricocheting off strategically hand-placed rocks. I hear there were views, even, and benches, but all nine were taken by single-day-walking Brits, who enjoyed sitting on said benches, eating their non-soggy sandwiches, and watching us stagger up, stagger down, and repeat over five. different. "hills." There is nothing in the States to prepare one for these ascents and descents... except, perhaps, walking up the Empire State building with crampons.
But, we entered the Yorkshire Moors National Park:
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