Last year the challenge to climb to the top of the local mountain here in Summerland was avoided. The day of the attempt I was feeling nauseous and Jill realized her limitations. So we literally backed down!
This week I decided to try again. The first part of the trail is a winding switchback road. As I ascended I met a vehicle. One of us had to back down, the other to find a safe place to pass. That accomplished, we both continued. Intent on the road and with no barriers keeping you from falling off the edge, the ascent was “interesting” (take that how you may!).
A parking lot of sorts appeared at the end of the road, but more climbing was needed. I exited the car and headed straight up the mountain. Side trails allowed for a more gradual climb, but I chose to huff and puff my way to the top.
As the peak loomed nearer, so did the sound of the wind. Atop the mountain (really just a jut of rock that is bigger than any prairie protuberance) I glanced around. Then I listened.
Aside from the whistle of the wind, there were the sounds of the valley below. Loudest noises came from vehicles – the truck whose muffler was noisy, and the tractor slowly climbing the roadway. There was the single engine plane that flew by – at a lower altitude than I was at. And the general noise – nothing distinguishable but all there!
As I descended, I realized I had been so intent on reaching the summit I had missed various scenic turnouts. A lady was walking the trail for exercise. A couple had ascended together and were cheerfully enjoying each others presence.
While the climb was centered on reaching the top, the descent became an enjoyment of all that surrounded me. And what an enjoyment!
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