The weekend I had off after my first week of work was phenomenal. I had planned to chill out most of the time - catch up on laundry, journal, read, explore the coffee shops, etc. When a group of people expressed interest in climbing Mount Tallac, however, my ambitions grew tenfold.
A couple days into the weekend, we set out on a day hike up the 9,700-foot-tall mountain. South Lake Tahoe sits somewhere around 6,000 feet, so on the 9 mile round-trip hike, we gained over 3,000 feet of elevation. Climbing higher and higher, I could see splendid views at one moment only to have them give way to something else. We ventured up intimidating talus fields that seemed to get no shorter the longer we walked. Such things I’ve read about in books written by people who cheat death regularly to fulfill personal goals - Joe Simpson, Tommy Caldwell, Kevin Jorgeson, Alex Honnold. I never conceived the notion that I myself would stand on such high places as well.
At the summit, I could see the whole world, and yet nothing at all. I could see Lake Tahoe in its entirety and every mountain for miles and eons, but I could not see how exactly it was that a girl from Indiana could be allowed to take in such secrets of the planet. How mountain ranges fall on the eye from a mountain top view. How lakes turn into precious stones glinting in a sunlight that is still an eternity away, no matter how high you climb. How people trapped in pretty cars and proud jobs never step out of their life cages to be human, natural. The mountains breathe, water smiles skyward, birds dance, wind laughs and caresses. To just be and breathe it all in filled me with content. It was music and peace, beautiful commotion and humbling balance. The things I was allowed to lay my eyes on could be described in volumes, but they are the things that can never be explained, painted, or understood. Creation must be seen, observed, respected, and integrated. That is truly how to experience the mountaintops.