Often I find myself reverting to basic beliefs. I often speak with God as I walk, and think of my wife Jeri, and other family members. I never think of work, and things left undone. Everything is boiled down to precise fragments. Nothing is overwhelming.
Nothing is impossible.
The memories of the hardship of the trip are already fading. I recall fondly the company I had on the journey, the laughs we had on along the way, the lessons we all learned about ourselves and our abilities, and the grandeur of the Sierras. As we leave Lone Pine Sunday morning, the clouds had enveloped the peaks, and the storm continues to rage. But for those of us leaving the town behind for now, Mount Whitney is bright indeed. All rights reserved.