As we decided to descend to the truck and finish the final 5 miles we had remaining, we took one look back over the valley we had left. As I said goodbye, I was reminded of something I read on my friend’s blog (my most favorite blog of all times!)
The day we walk over this pass without stopping to let these mountains and lakes impress us, that’s the day we’ve grown too hard to see God in this.
The final five miles were easy, downhill all the way to the truck. We passed two lovely lakes that fed rushing waterfalls that plunged over more ripped landscape. It made me smile. The Sierras deliver raw beauty through the last step. These Sierras were “good to the last drop”.
As promised, upon passing the sign that marked the boundary to the John Muir Wilderness, Bekah’s tears began to flow. “I am so sad it’s over. I don’t want to leave the Sierras,” she said through her tears.
We all felt it. We were charmed by this place, yes, but more than that, we lived outside, all summer, working as a team, bonding, talking, laughing, and even being quiet,
as we walked our summer away,
spending the long, endless, summer days,
in slow motion,