There is something ethereal and otherworldly about moving through a dark forest, nothing but the soft glow from a headlamp on the dirt trail ahead and the white light of the moon illuminating the sky above. It’s quite fascinating to be present for the making of dawn, hues of pink and orange painting the horizon above the trees while birds sing the happy song of morning.
Eventually our boots hit the snow, and it’s up up up in a way that causes my leg muscles to burn but it feels so good because I feel so strong. The clouds dance haphazardly around us the higher we go, climbing in silence aside from the tink of the ice axe hitting the chute and the water dripping melodically from the rocks above in the warmth of early spring sun. We are alone, but together, and maybe that’s why I love him so much. I let myself be both mindful and mindless as I travel into the sacred alpine space where I feel so at home, where I’ve been countless times before.
Today’s hefty trek was a beautiful beast, a 13 mile day covering over 5,000’ of elevation gain just shy of 7 hours. My feet and knees are protesting, they certainly don’t remember feeling this sore since last summer, but I tell them to get ready because I’m just getting started. What a day. ❤️