Yesterday I climbed to the top of a mountain range near my home to see a giant cross, and it was amazing. Now, I'm in agony, but it's a good pain. At least I was being active for once.
Climbing up the mountain was a definite struggle, especially when my little-girl vertigo kicked in. After a while all I could think was... is there another way to get to the top of this thing? Then I stopped being a baby and just kept walking. Seeing the countryside, surrounded by nature, in the middle of the Alps; I loved it. I realized how much I have missed being outdoors, in the sunshine, sweating my way through a hard hike.
Growing up, I spent a lot of time out in the woods taking long walks. Being from the middle of nowhere, in a rural area, it kind of comes with the territory. A large part of my childhood passed feeling more comfortable outdoors than in; as I grew up I lost that feeling of familiarity with nature but it's a great relief to get out and breathe fresh air.
On the way down from the cross (the top of the mountain) we stopped to look at an incredible waterfall. It was the coolest one I think I've ever seen, and the only thing that bothers me is that I couldn't take pictures capable of capturing how big and impressive it was.
I wanna do it again. Just as soon as my muscles stop hating me.
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