"You want us to what? Where?" they seemed to protest.
Once their (my?) exertions had brought me (us?) higher, the epiphany dawned: I love being on ridge tops. Breathtaking views in multiple directions; mild, vertiginous thrills; pleasantly rolling terrain neither climbing nor descending too steeply; the overall sense of one's labor having paid off, its fruits ready to be enjoyed for a while, uninterrupted. A variation of Robert Frost comes to mind: Something there is that doesn't love a ridge.