Summer | unscripted 2017 - #6 She'll be Comin' 'Round the Mountain

A selfie is never worth 900 words - this is cheating.

Part way up, the sign offers a pleasing alternative, sensible solution—a gentle descent, a tawny valley of rippling grasses and bleached stone walls.
 
Sunrise scorches the backside of the mountain. I slog up, and up. 
 
Today I need a high vista, crave the moment when I’ll round a bend, cross the invisible line where Pacific wind funnels skyward and the heartbreaking ocean splays wide, 1500 feet below.

Ambition’s a feisty little terrier, nipping my heels—a rough playmate that keeps me running. Helps me see some things, miss others.
 
Always just around the next curve—better view, bigger reward.