Dancing on a ridge line

In His hand are the depths of the earth;
the heights of the mountains are His also.
Psalm 95:4

After a week of intermittent rain, we were so happy for a (somewhat) clear forecast on Saturday. All the days blend together, but I am still working, so long hikes are still for the weekends. Yesterday we headed back to Big Sur to tackle Brazil Ranch, about 15 miles south of our house. It was a 1400′ climb, but not as tough as some we’ve done, and Max was eager to try out his new hiking poles. It was one of those magical hikes, like the whole world was sparkling just for us. It started off miserable, with a short walk along PCH and a screaming toddler. The first 15 minutes were spent with her yelling in my ear in the Ergo, sobbing and wanting to go home. Then the surroundings worked their magic and we were all hiking in peace.

Hazel managed at least a quarter of a mile on her own up the steepest part of the climb, and felt the full satisfaction of her summit. Usually she rides up and “hikes” down, so this was a proud achievement for her! She may have been motivated by the promise of snacks at the top.