The summit is a comma, not a full stop. The sentence ends at the pub.
Nobody plans their descent. It’s the bit after the photo, the administrative walk back to the car. Which is a waste, because going down is when the hill finally lets you look around.
Knees permitting, take the long spur instead of the direct path. Descents are where walking partners actually talk, where the day’s weather forgives you, and where you decide — always, somewhere on the last mile — which hill is next.