I love hiking. Once when I was a teen—with a young amazing body that could hike circles around this older body of mine—I got ahead of my dad and sister and was blazing the trail. At first it was steep and rocky, but soon the path widened and became smoother and easier. I was loving life.
Until I heard calls from my family and looked about to see where they were. To my surprise, they were half way up the steep ridge behind me. I didn’t understand, and looked at them in bewilderment. They hadn’t passed me. I was in the lead. So how in the world were they above me on the trail? Continue reading