Doing the impossible, enables what's possible

Going up on a new hike, I was glad I did not know what to expect. I had assumed that since it was a popular hiking trail with the pet name ‘Fat Man’s trail.” I would be fine. And I would have, if I had not continued up to the summit. As the trail started to climb, I had a brief sensation of ‘Ohh.’ But I kept on, getting more inquisitive; knowing that I had been on difficult hikes before (after all, I had left my hiking poles in the car and only brought my camera and tripod). It never occurred to me that this could be a difficult climb – especially as I had earlier seen a mom with her baby in a carrier and with kids wearing flip flops at its base. So onwards I trod. Then, as I hiked and stopped to take numerous photos, I began to experience the trail as more treacherous, and wondered if I should turn back. But of course, I had come too far to do that, so I staunchly forged on. Further up ahead, I ran into a gentleman and his adult son, who were taking a breather off to the side of the trail, as the steepness dictated. He mentioned that I should try to find a sturdy stick to use as support uphill, as I had left my poles behind. And sure enough, a few feet ahead, there was one lying on its side a little bit above my head on the side of the mountain. I reached up and carefully coaxed it down to me and tested its strength and found it would lend me its support. I proceeded up and passed others on their way down (and they were wearing more suitable shoes, as my own, hiking boots). At the lookout point, my then final destination, I met a woman who asked me if I was going to the top of the lookout tower and pointed up. To me, it was as if she said, “See, it’s right there.” And I bravely responded, “Sure.”  And so, began to climb again with my sturdy stick for support. A young man wearing only running shorts and shoes, quickly passed me on my ascent, and this gave me renewed energy and hope to continue. And finally, I made it to the top, crossed the road, (yes, a road) and started to climb up the steel-reinforced tower, 3 stories up, to the top where workers use it to spot forest fires. And this in itself, was another challenge. Normally, I am not afraid of heights and reasoned that if they can climb up there to do their job, then surely so can I. So, I felt the sturdy weight of the reinforced steel and gingerly, cautiously, made my way to its top. There I met the workers in their tower and surveyed the lay of the land from this vaulted height. The view was breathtaking and absolutely worth the mind work I had to undergo to get there. After enjoying the view, and taking a few photos, I climbed down and again ran into the gentleman who had suggested I find a sturdy stick. He and his dad had made it to the top of the mountain and were headed up to the tower.  I was glad I had used all the guides the Universe had sent along the way (the man, the woman and the runner) to encourage and sure me up, ensuring I reached my goal. I then fully appreciated that when you do the impossible, you are then able to see what’s possible!  https://youtu.be/yX9LTCwdxPE