Walter's Wiggles always gets a lot of my attention. I was taking a breath break near the top of the switchbacks when I noticed a hawk using the rising warm air currents to get aloft. It never once flapped its wings until it was well above Angel's Landing. Fortunately, the ugly feeling didn't last long. When I finally stood on top, looking out over the canyon whose eons of birthdays are etched in stone, I realized it's the journey, not the summit, that is important.
Life is the journey.
Sunny and stormy, fair and rainy, hot and windy, cold and dark. Most of us pass through them all. Once again I made it to the top of Angel's Landing.