Whenever I summit, I feel alive. Legs aching and my lungs bursting with awe and fatigue, these are the moments that I know that I am. So whenever the mountains call to me, I know that I must go. Standing in the clouds with light that I swear was ready to beam us up, our hearts bragged on full and happy.
With babes on our backs, this was the best December Saturday I think I've ever had.