My fingers were white, purple and numb at 4,800 feet. I could barley take this photo yet I needed to capture the mystery this hike held all morning. Like all things, there is a lesson in everything. There are times when fear sets in among something you do so naturally when your body chooses to respond differently. I had a moment when it did. My hands hurt with very little blood flow to them, and silent tears fell in worry that I may injure myself more if I don't get down this mountain carefully.
I thought as much as I hike I can't stop because of this. In my second summer of chasing higher elevation gain, I CANNOT stop now! We all find ourselves questioning the rocks and foggy paths in life but the beauty is pressing through it and knowing it only last for a moment. The magic of the universe and the places I allow myself to go once again surprise me. Feeling in my fingers did not come back until the last half mile down. 14 miles of mystery on a foggy mountain.