The familiar trail quickly disappeared under my feet. My legs were feeling strong and well rested - time off the mountain had served me well. A feature packed trail, all the sights and scenes of Alum Cave Trail pale in site of a familiar footstep, in view of a well known bend in the trail. It’s funny how sometimes the things that once brought us to a place no longer serve as the reason for our return. It’s those moments along the journey that shape our interpretation of the trail, those little experiences along the way that motivate us to lace-up the boots, again and again.
I looked out at the billows blanketing the horizon. Golden rays of light burst through wind worn holes in the cloud cover. Knowing that I could make it home to Mount LeConte before dark, I slowed my pace - savoring the experience - making new moments.
It was good to be back home.
That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much. Robert Louis Stevenson