Do you like how descriptive I am? My last post was about “trying things,” and this one is about being bad “at stuff.”
Writing is hard. Finding the right words in your head and translating them into cohesive, pretty sentences on a page (digital or otherwise) is hard. But I do it anyway, because as Yoda said, “Do or do not. There is no try.”
Words to live by, people.
Which is all to say that this babbling introduction is relevant to what I’ve been thinking about recently, because this is a story about failure.
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On sunny days – which are few – the mountain could almost pass for friendly.
Today is one of those rare days, sky completely devoid of clouds so that we have a clear view of the summit from the recently-rebuilt lodge at the mountain’s base.
Spencer and I power-hike (for us, at least), largely motivated by large packs of kids following their leaders up the trail. Nothing against the youth of today, but we’re happy to get ahead of the mass of people, disappearing into the woods until the only sounds are our own breath and the wind through the trees. Our breathing is labored, but our muscles feel strong.
Continue reading “Hiking the Spookiest Mountain”