until today...
never have i ever woken up to a field of wild horses, trapped in by a peruvian fog.
surely this is not "fake" life.
surely the "real world" is no more real than this glaciated valley.
i hear the cracking of the snow.
i feel a cold wind as it brushes our rain fly.
my hands are frozen.
my feet are wet in the stream.
dear God,
i see you in the water.
dare i jump in?
to possibly make me feel more alive?
dare i ride one of these horses bareback? or would that just make me dead?
oh wow.
now they are stampeding.
good thing i decided to sit and journalize on a rock.
not much more could contribute to my alive-ness.
thanks for these friends... for alena, laura, lalia.
for what we accomplished yesterday. 15800 feet... dizzy from the height
of punta union pass, achey from the same and sore today (a memory possibly. my muscles did not want to forget that scree and talus climb until they were blue in the face... blue like the lagooon at the top).
thanks Jesus for our DTR. calm. cool. collected. rational... neccessary.
traveling with people... hard at times - difference of pace, personality, opinion, tastes, preference.
some need to be right and speak up, some are afraid to be wrong and never do, and then there are others (eh hem) who never want to ruffle anyone's feathers and so freely get trampled all over... a lot we all need to work on...
and i am no better.
and i would never trade slighly hard relational dilemmas for the "easiness" (aka do whatever i want, when i want it) of traveling solo.