One of my favorite parts of this trip is rediscovering that sense of child-like excitement and pursuit of new heights. On Friday May 27th, and Saturday May 28, we climbed among the red rocks just outside Moab, UT.
In scrabbling over the rocks, seeking hand- and footholds in the crumbly sandstone, I realized just how much I miss climbing trees and jungle-gyms. In my pursuit of success in the adult world, I had somehow left behind the simple joys of ascending physical heights through grit, determination, and creativity. Cuts and bruises are badges of honor, and just when you think you've reached your limit, you see another opportunity to go higher, and you can't resist the challenge!
|The worst I got was ripped pants!|