The stairs are a set of irrigation measures that look like stone steps. They are not evenly spaced and most people walk up them. It is a tough ascent. It kicked my ass both times I had to go up it last year. I saw lots of puking the first year, but this year was better, thank goodness!
I got up to my spot pre sun rise. I saw deer, heard turkeys, and saw lots of butterflies. I cheered loudly and rang my cow bell, and almost lost my voice more than once. I brought a pack with lots of goodies for runners, just in case, but no one needed them. I only had one hiker that was a butt head. Most runners were very appreciative and we took lots of pics and got lots of high fives and sweaty hugs. I had two runners I was concerned about, but they all finished safely and healthy. I LOVE cheering them on and ringing my bell, and If I get into another fall marathon next year, I will for sure be up at the top, cheering on my tribe.