Um... I am literally having trouble finding the words to describe this place/day/hike/moment/feeling.
This was possibly one of my favorites days, ever.
Like in the history of my whole entire life.
I guess I should first introduce everyone.
Everyone, this is the summit of Mount John.
That down below?
That's Lake Tepako, or Lake T as we took to calling it because we could just not figure out how to pronounce it correctly.
Over yonder in the distance?
Those are the Southern Alps.
Okay, now that everyone is acquainted... I still don't know what to say.
Except, maybe: LOOK! BREATHTAKING! HARD! GO! SEE! CLIMB! SIT! ADMIRE!
Phew, I am glad we got that out of the way.
I have been postponing writing this post and looking at these photos because I knew that no matter what I did, I could never do this place/day/hike/moment/feeling justice.
So I guess instead of trying, I'll just tell you all about this place/day/hike/moment/feeling instead and see what happens.
Mount John kicked my booty.
And I have been working my booty hard this last year running, running, running.
The endeavor to get to the top of this mountain was a challenge.
I took more than one extended
breather photo opportunity stop.
But I liked that.
No, I loved it.
I have been working so hard to get healthier and fitter.
And I liked that I could do something that I am not sure I could have done one year ago.
I liked that my legs burned as we steadily climbed up, but I liked even more that I knew I could make it to the top.
I liked knowing that I possessed the resilience and strength and will to make it to the top of anything.
This mountain made me proud of myself and everything I have worked so hard for this past year.
And that felt... well, the word good does not come close to capturing it.
And I liked even better that the moment of victory, when Lake T spread out before us, was totally worth the sweat and burn.
And I am not gonna lie; when we finally crested the last hill and this was the view, my inner dork emerged and the only thing I could hear over the wind was the Lord of the Rings soundtrack.
And then I fell in love with this place/day/hike/moment/feeling even harder.
But it was even more than that.
My dad is no longer of this world but for this place/day/hike/moment/feeling he absolutely was.
He was everywhere.
And in some ways, this was for him.
I know he would have been awed by this.
I knew it would have moved him, just like it moved me.
And because of that, I was him and he was me.
And unless you've lost someone who was a part of you, you just will not know what I am talking about.
But these moments matter so much.
Do you see what I mean?
Word vomit is the best I can give you for this place/day/hike/moment/feeling.
For some people, Mount John and Lake T and the Southern Alps might just be another pretty place and another pretty hike.
I am not most people.
That was the best I could do.