And finally I was at the top. After 4+miles, 68 flights, and close to 10.000 steps. Along the way I was rewarded with beautiful Waterfalls, Rocky Cliffs , and Rushing waters. A spectacular hike with too many pictures to show and many more special moments to refer to.
I had done it. I climbed up, up, up and away and was driven by the new, a place I had never been before. That always seems to fuel the fire a tad bit more and helps muster reserve energies I never knew I had. It was windy at the top, but beautiful. It felt serene and the feeling of accomplishment was rising within my soul. I sat and scanned the area, from the snow dotted peaks where a trail continued to meander over it’s pass, to the shoreline and it’s cliffs. A few backpackers arrived scouting out the area for a suitable campsite and I couldn’t help but marvel in how amazing it must be to camp in a place like this under the full moon or a dark sky full of stars. It’s beyond words let me tell you.
Soon we would make our way back down to the trailhead and sometimes down is more strenuous for me than up, believe it or not. A steep trail down with giant stone steps and boulders is tough on the joints, while a steep trail up gets your heart pumping while sweating out all these toxins. I guess each has their pros and cons. The trip would come to an end this very evening and already I knew that new insight was gained from connecting with Mother Nature and from being still. From leaving it all behind and letting the daily routine be replaced with adventure and new motivation. And still I had no clue how much of it would present itself in the days ahead.