Day 87 ~ Queen of the Mountain

Day 87 ~ Queen of the Mountain

 

Mar 28, 2014

 

My first: I climbed to the top of a huge rock pile.

 

Have mountain, will climb. And that is what I did! Near to my son’s house, there was this huge rock pile that was just calling out to me every time I went passed it. Okay, it’s a rock pile, right?  It was no Everest! But it’s not about the challenge, folks. It’s just that there it was! Waiting!

 

My friend Kelly and I were going out to eat fish that Friday night during Lent. That’s what we good girls do in the Midwest. I asked her if we could visit the rock pile, have me climb it and she could take the pictures. I could not see doing this alone and getting the shot from below. The timer on my camera goes a little too fast for that. She agreed to trespass with me and risk being caught doing such a dastardly deed. I drove behind the pile to hide my car a little from the sight of ongoing traffic. I got the camera ready, handed it off to Kelly, and then made my way up to the top of this “mighty mountain”.

 

I made it to the top in pretty good time with a little slipping and sliding from the rocks beneath my feet. Then there I was taking it all in! I could have stayed for hours and just sat there escaping the hustle and bustle that lay below.  The feeling was similar to the one that I have when I am on the roof of my house. It’s like I see the whole world, but it has no clue where I am. Going to these heights once in a while is the perfect place and time to ponder or not, to feel or not, to dream or not, to… You get what I mean.

 

The rock pile is still calling and I will answer. Yes, I WILL do this again with no company, no camera and no ensuing blog entry. Just me and my mountain.

There she is, my mountain!

On my way up

Queen of the Mountain

Coming down