Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wednesday rolled around yet again quicker than I could count the days left before we leave ~ it was a cold and rather grey day with the wind blowing outside. It had been a long day and I can honestly say that the last thing I felt like last night was going for a hike in this rather miserable weather.
A grey and very cold day, standing at the bottom looking up made it feel like I had a huge “mountain” to climb in front of me ~ it really was the last thing I felt like.
In the end, as it always is, I felt so much better afterwards. It was extremely cold walking up with the wind stinging my cheeks as we rounded each corner, winding our way to the top.
The wind was icy cold as we rounded our way around the mountain ~ but the views with each corner making it worthwhile.
Table Mountain cloaked in cloud and different shades of gray (and grey)!
Even though it was grey, the weather provided so much beauty, changing the scenery into something exquisitely beautiful ~ yet again.
The shallow water perfectly clear and no stranded trawler ~ Yes they managed to tow the boat that got stranded last week back out to sea without any serious repercussions.
The last few steps ~ despite the biting wind we pushed on and made it to the top despite the huge desire to turn back half way up.
Donna and I managed about two minutes on top. It was just so unpleasantly cold, the sunset was covered by clouds and so we decided to head back down again.
I am really falling in love with our Lions Head Wednesday walks ~ we chat about our Africa trip, what we want to do, how we imagine hiking Kilimanjaro will be, what clothes we are thinking of taking and of course other crazy adventure we are going to do while discovering the heart of Africa.
I was dying to get home (how ironic that one word would turn out to be), to take my hiking boots off and put my feet up and completely relax ~ no studying, no computer, no work ~ just completely relax with a cup of tea in my hand.
Sadly it was not meant to be. From the minute I arrived home things turned horribly wrong, a trauma I would rather not have had to deal with (who ever wants to deal with dying) was unfolding. A sadness has enveloped me today with the tears on the rim of my eyes. I eventually got to bed about 2am only to wake up at 4am with the memory of the night before fast filling my mind and not being able to fall asleep again, naturally until my alarm went off then I fell asleep only to oversleep. Not a great last 24 hours but tomorrow is another day and I know my soul will again be at peace with a weekend coming up filled with nature, hiking and beautiful people.
“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.” ~ Gilda Radner
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