how to climb mountain twice ina day1

In the summer of 1990 we joined a group of friends hiking in to a chain of moderate peaks near the Stuart Range in the Washington Cascades. A glance at the map revealed some potential flying topography and after some deliberation we decided it would be worth a closer look. Eschewing such conveniences as cars and ski lifts, we decided to take full advantage of our paragliders' portability. We were trying to hold true to the dream of mountain flight that got us into this sport in the first place. We stuffed our wings into oversized packs and got an early start up the trail looking like a couple of Mountaineers on a day hike.
Soon the trail led us to our friends' camp in a beautiful meadow beneath Earl and Navaho Peaks overlooking the Ingalls Creek valley. It was still early in the morning and one large dome tent had wild muffled noises emanating from inside. A quick check showed the other tents to be empty and as we gingerly approached the tent in question, we began to suspect some sort of orgy situation. Suddenly a voice rang out above the others "Go fish you dog!" OK, OK, we quickly cooled our wild imaginations and announced our sweaty presence as several familiar heads poked out of the tent door to greet us. After a late and relaxed breakfast, the objective for the day was chosen and our rag-tag band started the scramble toward 7000 foot Earl Peak. Actually just a bump on the map, it offered a couple thousand feet of vertical, worthy of some moderate adrenal gland stimulation. Yeah, we'd definitely look cool summiting and then dropping back to base camp like a couple of runaway trash bags.