Today I was in my alpine bliss.
We set off before the dawn even cracked: Got to the trailhead at about 9.15 (long drive on logging road) and off we went. Sadly, Laura had to turn back about 15 minutes into the trip. She was feeling unwell, so she and Warren headed back. Lisa, Wendy and I soldiered on.
And here’s the thing about Moriarty: it’s steep. And there are some scrambly bits – tiny exposure here and there. Beautiful all the way. And it was warm – I mean June warm. The gloves were off; the jackets came off. It was, in a word, glorious.
We drank it in, getting higher and higher (figuratively and literally) and then got to the fairly pointy summit where we had lunch. And then down, which, surprisingly, wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected. Sure, there was a bit of bum-sliding involved, but not too, too much.
We had not only a great hike but also tons of fun. Best of all, I introduced Wendy and Lisa to good dark chocolate – I think I may have made converts. And yes, this is how you can tell that I have changed and become a better person: I now bring extra chocolate on my hikes and share it.
There may be those reading this who are gasping – possibly fainting. Yes – me – sharing my precious chocolate.
Change for the better is possible. I am living proof.
So there was another thing – a lovely kind of talking/realization.
Mike asked me maybe a week ago, what Simon and I had shared. The first thing I said was “hiking” – (the list was longer) and he opined that that was superficial.
And you know what? No. When we hiked and we both “got it” and felt that connection to beauty and nature and the Mother – we could look at each other and not need words to express the love not only for each other but for this amazing place we call home.
That is anything but superficial.
So I bask in that memory.