One of the Best

Today was the best kind of day.

Woke up early. Laced up my runners in the faint light of dawn.
Rode shotgun for the 1.5 hr. ride up to the East Rim of Crater Lake through the pine forests of Oregon; they're incredible. Tree after tree after tree after tree. 'Til you're dizzy and can't look out the window anymore.

We hiked Mt. Scott (my mom, my sisters, Liz and me). The view of the lake was like a deep, deep breath - fresh and lively to the ends of my fingertips. Hiking with my mom and sisters was the best. I kept thinking what a cool bunch of ladies we were to be so adventuresome.





I felt strong. Independent. And small. One tiny speck on one small peak in the layers and layers of pine-covered mountains fading into the horizon - out to infinity, it seemed.



I love the Earth. I loved getting covered in its dust then dipping my feet into an icy mountain stream to clean them.

I want to hike a hundred more mountains. Or that same one a hundred more times.