May be it’s to answer a call or blind fate in finding something
You decide to hike the Appalachian Trail.
The trail is kind to the brave and humble
The pain and sweat and determination
Stay with every step in solidarity with others.
To reach the summit the climb becomes steeper
You have to grab handholds firmly
And pull yourself up with steady upper body strength
In the thin air your heart has to persevere
Your legs gather the steps almost like forever
You do not lose sight of your stamina and purpose
Till a shout of triumphal gratitude.
You are in your nineties now
Seldom mention the deep meaning of your accomplishment
You often smile when someone talks about hiking or a climb
You walk only two to three miles a day.
My moment of the day is listening and reading the story of two climbers: Brian Mann & Emily Russell. Listen:here
Winter Joy: Breaking Tail in 15 Degrees
by Brian Mann & Emily Russell
“It might sound strange, but there’s something cool about being tested. We’re both tempted to turn back, but we’re also thrilled by the idea that we’re the only humans here. It’s a kind of love-hate thing.
“The thing I like is when a mountain surprises you and the mountain comes out on top,” Emily says. “That’s what happened today.”
thick clouds veil the voices
cool air breezes
hikers pause on the trail
pose for a selfie
beside the cat’s paws.
note: the pussy paws, the flowers are called, dot the trail, Lake Tahoe Meadows Interpretive Trail. We hiked at the middle of the day.
photo:taken when Mrs. Abstract and I were hiking in Bryce Canyon National Park, 2008