I just got off the phone with my mountain man. He’s hiking the Collegiate trail in Colorado with his brother, teaching him the ways of the wilderness one summit at a time.
I’ve loved hearing about his adventure. I know how restorative it is just be in the presence of mountains, either from a distance or within their majesty. We both find a certain kind of freedom in the hills.
After rehashing their adventures both in nature (there were elk skeletons) and the culinary world (two words: dehydrated chili), he said something that was so very true.
“What’s in front of us is the gift we’ve been given. ”
In the context of hiking, it’s beautiful. In the context of life, it’s profound.