Rocky (trails, my poles slide off, jam between rocks, a nice trail for the sure-footed, a bit of a nightmare for the less nimble)
Mountain (we climb up and up, the distant mountains coming into view, one range after another, no trees up here, a moth clinging to a tiny aster in the wind, what else does it eat?)
High (I have not been so high in a long time, years gone since the Himalayas, since a young marriage, weekend backpacks after work)
I will not come back to this trail, having nearly fallen so many times, a sketchy balance,
a bit too difficult for me, or maybe, just not so much fun.
No need to do what one does not want to do.
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