I gather a stone along the way and mark it for my memory jar. Perhaps one day these stones will inspire another to adventure in the great outdoors.
I find boulders that need to be climbed in order to move forward, deep pools of rain water that must be waded through, narrow slot canyon walls that force me to suck in the fat of my years in order to squeeze past and carry on down the path.
As each hurdle is surpassed, one comes to realize that age is meaningless, strength comes from within, and determination is your primary factor for success, or failure.
Starting with a single step, the scrapes and bloody knees wield eight miles conquered in the unforgiving and beautiful landscape of San Rafael’s Little Wild Horse and Bell’s slot canyons.