“Climb mountains not so the world can see you, but so you can see the world.” – Unknown
Lets face it. The beach is beautiful. With its delicious ocean breeze, incredible sunsets, and soft grains beneath our feet, the beaches of the world can certainly allure people by the masses.
During my stay in Oahu, I caught myself gawking at the mountains more often than not. I met a lot of beaches on the island. Some were soothing, some were dramatic, and some were just beaches. But nothing had knocked the breath out of me the way mountains of the Pacific Northwest do.
That is not to say I don’t crave the ocean. I do! In fact, I cannot imagine living anywhere where the ocean is not a short drive away. I was, after all, born under a water sign (Cancer), and I think I react to the Moon as much as the ocean tides do.
So why did I find myself wanting to ditch the shores of Oahu, and run inland to its Hawaiian mountains instead?
Perhaps it’s the challenge I seek, of climbing through rocks, cliffs, and foliage…
…sometimes even old railways. Such cardio!
Perhaps it’s the rewarding sense of accomplishment (or relief) that I love, after finally reaching the top…despite the weather or the many times I felt like turning around.
Because, after all, when you start a hike up a mountain you really only have two choices: climb up or climb down.
Perhaps it’s the intoxicating sense of adventure I chase which only the mountains can provide…
…We are HOW HIGH?! And the trail is HOW WIDE?!
Or perhaps the reason is simple >>—–> So that I can see the world! The perspective from atop a mountain is humbling beyond words.
Sense of peace.
I am at home…
I guess in the end it matters not whether you are a beach or mountain person. What matters most is acknowledging our connection to our Mother Earth and always growing from every experience.
The Pu’u Manamana hike reminded me to stay grounded. We intentionally wanted to go up Crouching Lion (the safer hike), and instead took a wrong turn, ending on the Pu’u Manamana trail. It is dangerous, and it has claimed several lives. We knew that. One wrong step and we could have found ourselves stumbling several hundred feet down either side of the ridge. But despite being careful, at one point the ground crumbled beneath my feet and all I could do was hold on to any root or rock at my reach. I was not wearing the right hiking shoes and acknowledged that moving further and higher into the ridge would be foolish. The views from where I stood were enough.
The Koko Head hike reminded me to fuel the body right. No excuses. I’ve made this mistake several times — not enough water or not enough snacks. That day we were all very hungry after snorkeling most of the day and decided to eat a huge burger before the hike. We all even joked that we’d burn the calories anyway. But the sun decided to shine full force, and the wind decided to kick the clouds aside. We were trekking on exposed, dry mountain. Suddenly the burgers were not such a good idea.
You live and you learn over and over again =) And just look! The beach views from atop a mountain are incredible! Best of both worlds. Haha! Thank you for stopping by, dear ones. May you forever stay connected to Earth.
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