Hand after hand, foot after foot, I reached up above me as my bicep extended and pulled me skyward. The sun was beating down on both my back and the basalt pillars I was ascending as sweat dripped from my brow. With a deep breath I pushed up reaching the top of the pillar. The Columbia River Gorge opened up to me and I looked out at the gigantic tectonic plates that had waged war on the land below.
I’ve been humbled by nature in a way that makes me realize how much I have to learn. I’ve been taught to listen, to be positive, to remain fully engaged, to continually strive for my best while maintaining a deeply important line of respect.
Maybe I don't have to keep these lessons for the mountaintops?
Just as my heart starts racing at the sight of a mountain, I’m starting a new adventure with this blog.
This blog mostly chronicles adventures around the West coast of the United States with some special additions of international travels.
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