At Camp Pendleton during my 2nd ITR, Old Smokey was the hill of all hills. Made no difference why one would have to climb Old Smokey, the reason, because it was there. Best punishment in the world. If you went to a class on a hill some where, Old Smokey was the first hill you would hit. When you got to the top of Old Smoky with all of your equipment, you knew you did something. I wonder if the song "On Top of Old Smokey" was written by a US Marine.