We intended going out wandering for the day but ended up taking a high risk climb on a sharp incline but covered with terrible scree. Suffice to say, it got the adrenaline flowing which raised the level of excitement and trepidation and so it was a less calm day than envisaged. Obviously, it was a much more exciting hike and we felt better for it. The next day, we intended a calmer wandering amongst the hills. It never happened. All but one of the hikes in this area resulted in an anti-calm(ish) day. So much for our resolve.
For the record, the official name of the mountain is not 'Risky" Peak. We were unable to find its name as it is not an official climb or hike. We've also never seen anyone near it. It was an example of realizing the importance of having a name, even if it's not a good one, but we all need an identity. It reminds us of a beautiful concept set out in the Talmud. Basically, the highest attribute a person can have, surpassing everything else, is that of a 'good name'.
On another hike (Wednesday), this shows the mountain peak upon which we stood the day before. Guess what? The next day's hike was once again tricky--that's four in a row. Shows you how (im)balanced we are. Gives new meaning to 'living on the edge'. And I'm just a simple boy looking for peace and calm. Obviously, Jenni's the problem.
This is Jenni standing on the peak shown above, on the Tuesday.
Likewise...
This is part of the profile. The real issue was the scree surface. Taken on the fifth hike in so many days. Each day became more risky but incredible. Sometimes, we realize we're not behaving as we should.
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