About 4 week ago, feeling ambitious and anxious to bust of the house after a long winter, we packed up the kids (minus a baby but plus an extra big kid!) and headed for Lindeman Lake to tackle an “intermediate” hike. Intermediate? Ha. It was a piece of cake!
(kind of)
First of all, we got out of the the truck and there was NO snow on the ground anywhere…the second we hit the trail head, though, there it was, and in abundance!
Remember how Lucy from Narnia walks through the wardrobe door into a magically white world? We did, too. Only not through a wardrobe, of course.
Why, hello again, winter.
The hike was fun but really challenging. The can’t-catch-your-breath-but-you-keep-on-going kinda fun.
The title of this post is misleading…it sounds melancholy and dooming in a way. But it’s not supposed to be. Not entirely.
The truth is, I am in a bit of a rough patch in my life, but it’s making me a stronger Christina, and just like we had to use muscles on this hike that we didn’t even know we had, so am I using my mental and emotional muscles right now to get through these tough weeks. More on that, later.
So 2ish hours later, we reached our summit, our destination, and it was beautiful and so totally worth it. Totally and completely worth it.
There’s always gonna be another mountain, I’m always gonna wanna make it move. Always gonna be an uphill battle, sometimes I’m gonna have to lose. Aint about how fast I get there, aint about what’s waiting on the other side.
You know the next part.
If you’re between a rock and a hard place, you’re not alone. And you won’t be there forever.
Gotta keep moving!
~C
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