It’s a doughnut kind of Saturday here in Sf
No matter how sophisticated you may be, a large granite mountain cannot be denied – it speaks in silence to the very core of your being
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
Somewhere between the bottom of the climb and the summit is the answer to the mystery why we climb
You can grunt and heave, sweat and strain, wear yourself out, and unless you simply forget about it and step up, you won’t even get off the ground.
What an odd sport we inhabit, where bits of obscure rock in remote locations are recognizable.