Wednesday, May 13, 2015
climbing my mountain
At the end of the jetty was an out cropping of rocky boulders. I heard you could spot whales from this vantage point. So, I walked out to the end of the pier, found the pathway up the side of this rocky terrain and waited and watched. It was a beautiful sunny day and the view was outstanding. I glanced over to the right and I could see another path that led higher up into the center of the rocky out crop. The path was narrow and there seemed to be a greater distance between climbable rocks. I hesitated for a moment but like a siren calling to a sailor I couldn't resist the temptation to climb higher "just to see what was there". And so I did. I carefully maneuvered around the rocks until I came to a point where I had a very good vantage point of the entire horizon. I stopped and stared. The natural beauty of this area was breathtaking. I stayed a while and then I climbed back down. You know what? Climbing up may be tough but climbing down can be tougher . It's a balance thing. I didn't see any whales that day but I did test myself. The thought that always gets me going is "I may never get back this way again". And so, there it is. My mini Mt. Everest. Conquered. Check.