This idyllic slice of Oregon paradise is deceptive as some things of beauty can be.
Sure, it looks peaceful. It looks leisurely and tranquil enough to quiet the hormone-raging mother of a new infant standing out of frame.
But what you don't see in this photo was the real killer of this beautiful locale.
Pretend this is Google Earth and that you can zoom back about 15 feet and then orient to the left and up a bit...and there you would see it. The quaint stone path makes a pretty decent curve along the bottom part of this photo and sharply angles up the hill in a series of switchbacks that takes you back up to the cozy lodge above waiting with warm beverages and a comfy chair for a soft body still recovering from pregnancy and labor.
What seemed to be an endless series of upward leading paths was really not that bad, I know. I know that with my child-bearing days behind me and a less of that soft body, I could book right up those couple of graded paths in no time. But back then, it was a slightly more herculean task as I tightened down my baby sling and forged ahead. In my mind, I was climbing this...
...which I have actually driven up (and walked some) in Greece, but that's another story and this is not even my photo. But I digress...
What has me thinking about switchbacks, you ask?
For no apparent reason, the song, "The Climb" by Mylie Cyrus (don't judge me!) came to my mind earlier this evening...and specifically the lines,
"There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle....
...it's the Cliiimmmb...yada, yada
(insert fist pump of victory here)
The tough thing is that we really don't know. But we are looking for answers...and we are just starting what seems to be a very long and uphill battle.
It allows you to see from where you've come.
It allows you to see from where you'll be going.
And, that is the tough part....we so desperately want to see the top of our Mountain. To see how much more energy we will need to expend. To know when we will be able to put our weary feet up and exclaim, "I have arrived!"
It's time to move.