“How did I get here? ... how the hell do I get down?” The story of my life. Like yours, and I suspect everybody’s, mine has been full of ups and downs. And in between those, transitional periods of healing, reflection, trials, prep and yes, even bland nothingness. I am more considered than risk taker, more curious cat than adrenaline junkie. But often, pretty downright stupid. I am still paying for those. Meantime, all I tell myself is to keep moving, one small size 6 foot in front of the other, towards the light. If there is a mountain, climb it. If it is downhill, trot to gain speed. Dont over extend this nearly-60-year-old body. Dont underestimate it as well. In new terrain, I have found mysel neither anxious nor fearful. I just tell myself to slow down. And when I am fearful or anxious, I tell myself the same thing. Slow down. Not to a stop. Just. Slow. Down. I am lucky in that someone patiently waits for me. Sees, acknowledges and appreciates my trying. That makes all the difference. So. Here I am standing at the summit of Sky Pilot. I did manage to get down from when that moment was taken in the video. After some hours, chuckles, a tune or two and some tiny trips over ankle biters. And have you realised? Even having reached the top, mostly all we want to talk about, and all that is interesting to talk about, is the journey there. 🎥 @bootneck_45