Glimpse at this breathtaking moment that Jason miraculously captured with our small pink camera. He took it in the middle of our trek up Mt Timpanogos in Utah last September:
hmm—I can almost taste that fresh morning air. Moist, clear, and rich.
The miracle is not a comment on Jason’s photography skills. He is good at taking pictures. The miracle is that:
- We don’t usually stop to take pictures until we reach the top. Who does that?
- Heavy fog and rain quickly engulfed the view for the remainder of our hike.
After that photo, we pursued the summit of the mountain as if it might run from us. When we got there, it looked as if the summit really had run away. The only scene was a disconcerting 10-foot view of shadowy rock out in every direction. The rest was swallowed up in thick mist. We were glad we made it there but it was not the view of triumph that we expected to soak in. No “king-of-the-mountain” moment at the top that day.
Ah, what a peculiar experience…
The vista isn’t always waiting at the top. It is waiting for you to take a moment on the pathway there to turn, and to stop.