The Weight Of The Mountain Comments

Thank you, Annette, I have always found the marvels of nature to be powerfully inspiring. Many thanks for your thoughtful and kind remarks. :)

Actually, the mountain referenced here was a particularly grueling stretch of otherwise ordinary days, but under the intense pressure of multiple life issues. I have had the privilege of hiking up many beautiful mountains, but none on the African continent, yet. (My son was, interestingly, just in Tanzania for the last 9 months, teaching English in Zanzibar, and we were to meet up and climb Kili, but, unfortunately, my schedule proved prohibitive) I think of Mt. Talic, overlooking Lake Tahoe, which I climbed with insufficient water and little food. I was exhausted when reaching the summit, and just lay there for some time, before finding the energy to return. An elderly man came whistling up to the top from the other direction, with an enormous pack on. He waved, and smiled, and passed on down the side from which I had come. He has become the icon of what I want to achieve when I am his age. Still climbing, still whistling, still smiling. Thanks again, and sorry for the long-winded reply :)