Some folks prefer to spend their birthday eating Devil's Food cake in the oxygen-rich flatlands of suburbia—but not Foo. She prefers the lung-burning exercise of scaling Northern California's highest peaks; reflecting on days gone by in the comfort of her hiking boots, a cheese sandwich and a handful of chocolate chip cookies.
Somehow life is simpler at 10,000'. No work woes or drama queens to deal with, just the pleasure of finding your groove pace while winding your way up 1,400' of switchbacks in an hour. There's no email, voice or text message to answer—just the call of thirst and hunger. Or perhaps the tiny blister on your right toe that quietly reminds you it's there but not a big deal.
Life is good—but better at altitude, she thinks.
2 comments:
And knowing there's a steak dinner at the end of the trail makes it all worth the effort
...and snickerdoodles
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