Midlife Mountaineers

Each footstep brings us closer to the top of the steep hill, our breath frosty as it gusts out of aching lungs, muscles demanding to stop, but we push forward....

The energy of the dogs who are eagerly leading the way as we edge up the slippery path helps to keep us going.

"Break" one of us calls out for a moments rest, and we gratefully stop to recover our breath....Oh.... Thank.....Goood....ness...someone manages to huff out...

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Comments

Lady Fi said…

Lovely!

November 16, 2018 at 7:47 AM

Unknown said…

I love that photo with the sun shining through! Beautiful.

November 18, 2018 at 5:32 AM

RURAL said…

Thanks, it was one of those rare moments when the sun came through the clouds Stephanie. Wish we had a few more like that.

Jen @ RURAL

November 20, 2018 at 9:39 AM

RURAL said…

Thanks so much for dropping by Fiona, and for leaving a comment.

Jen @ Rural

November 20, 2018 at 9:39 AM

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