June looks to be going down as our busiest month of the summer.
Our family just returned from our almost-annual reprieve in the woods of Minnesota. There, five of us seven decided to tackle the 100-foot upward trek to the top of Itasca State Park’s fire tower.
It’s daunting to think of 100 feet up.
And yet, when you take it one step at a time, it becomes quite possible, even easy.
And worth the trouble to see Minnesota in the springtime.
It’s something to celebrate, seeing the world from above with another.
One of our lads dragged his feet a bit on whether he wanted to join us, so the rest of us beat him to the top. It was fun spotting his red clothes in the midst of all the green from way up high, knowing he’d changed his mind and decided to take up the dare.
I don’t think any of those who accepted the challenge regretted it.
It’s good to get another perspective from time to time, to see the world from a changed vantage point.
I’ve never regretted my upward climbs and jaunts. A few supplied me with broken bones, but even so I would not change a day being within reach of treetops.
I’ll be away again soon, this time for a writing retreat, where my perspective will be shuffled once more, and because of it, my life bettered.
What is the highest spot you’ve been? What surprised you most about it?