We waited and the snowline finally went down enough for us this past weekend. I was so excited. Plus we had weekend guests who had never been up the mountain that far. I forgot how scary the drive can be... but it's so worth it!
We packed our sled too because there's always great sledding at the trailhead. (If you haven't hiked in 70-80 degree weather and then gone sledding after to cool down, you don't know what you're missing.)
Tell me this doesn't look like fun.
I think the reason I love hiking so much, is because I'm constantly reminded of my smallness. When you're standing on the side of a mountain, gazing around at sister mountains, you can't help but feel your problems slide backwards off your shoulders like pebbles. They seem so small compared to the beauty and greatness surrounding you, and the mighty power that created every rise and crevice.
thanking God for His beautiful creation.
perspective, while being cradled by a mountain. It seems so much easier to KNOW that God's got you in the palm of His hand when you're walking up here. And how quickly I forget, in light of every day struggles when I'm back down in the valley. I suppose it's the valleys that make the mountaintops so extraordinary though, isn't it? Can't have one without the other.
"For the mountains may move and the hills disappear, but even then my faithful love for you will remain. My covenant of blessing will never be broken," says the LORD, who has mercy on you."
Isaiah 54:10 (NLT)Can't you just drink that all in?