When we returned to the car from our hike up Dripping Springs, everyone tired and hungry and thirsty and such, the boys got talking about the mountain we were sitting at the base of, and how long it would take to climb, what kind of equipment you might need. The mountains in NM have this strange way of seeming so far away but so close at the same time. Ken was thinking it would take hours with special equipment. Jon thought it would be easy. And away he ran. To climb a mountain. And Andrew joined him. The first hill took them about 5 minutes. The summit took about 20. Round trip was about 45 breath-taking, heart stopping, exhilarating minutes. I think we should live life like that.
Seizing opportunities before they slip through our fingers.
The mountain they climbed, they stood on the top of the tall one
Top of first hill
If you look closely you can see them in the center, Jon's red shirt just a dot, almost to the top. My heart was in my throat--how dangerous was this? Snakes? Loose rocks?
Ken kept asking where they were. He couldn't see them. I could just barely see them through the lens of the camera. And then....
6,000 feet above sea level
We cheered and whooped and couldn't believe they made it to the top! Three cheers for a
can-do attitude!
