In case you haven't figured it out after all this time,
I'm a bordering on elderly woman
who spends most of her time at a computer -
when not scurrying from room to room in an ER -
not likely to be competing in any Olympic events -
even the Senior version!
So, when I heard friends talk about going to the top of Dun I,
the tallest elevation on the island,
I was envious, curious
yet more than willing to let them have their adventures
while I strolled beachside.
As I did so though,
I thought about my dream of hiking the Camino de Santiago
across Northern Spain
when I retire
and decided that THIS pilgrimage
was the perfect time to start
seeing my abilities
in a different way.
The next day dawned clear and bright,
practically begging for new beginnings -
and I set off.
There is no trail -
you enter the crofters field to the left of the barn
(far left with the multi-colored roof)
and begin your ascent,
making your own way.
It's marked so you don't inadvertently go down the driveway!
Other than that - you're on your own.
And, as daunting as I thought it would be,
like anything else,
it's a matter of taking it a step at a time.
All you need to do is put one foot in front of the other
and keep going.
Not exactly rocket science!
At only 332 feet above sea level,
it's not like climbing Everest or K2 -
only you couldn't have proven it by me that morning!
What a glorious feeling to be on top -
from an entirely new perspective
all the places below I had been traipsing around
and to think,
my stubby little feet got me there!
I took this shot to remind myself
that there's another world out there -
and I'm determined
to be in it!
I added my rock
to the cairn
at the top of the peak
and began my descent.
While I obviously made it back to the hotel,
back to the Midwest,
truth be told,
I don't think I've actually come down
from the peak