|It's a long way down.|
Well into the fall, we decided today to again "attack" Mitchell Point. Soft, steady rain was our companion today. Cool temperatures enveloped us. We were prepared.
I made it past the point where I stopped last time. I made it past the cut off for Little Mitchell. Up and up we went. I was remained optimistic.
|Tim continued to the summit|
Finally, as the summit came into view, I decided that I had enough. My legs felt wobbly and frankly, I was much more intimidated by the subsequent decent from the summit than the climb. I didn't even feel bad telling Tim to continue without me.
|Then the answered |
Job [Maggie] out of the whirlwind.
My determination to lick Mitchell Point had turned into a time of Be Still and Know that I am God. As I breathed in the Divine, fears leached away. I didn't need to get to the top of the summit because I found what I craved on wet ground on a weekday in October. Trust Me
We climbed down the mountain. I was confident that whatever happened, I could Trust in the Creator.