More primitive man-made steps, only a foot square, led up to the mouth of the cave. My fear of heights kept me from looking back. Going up the stairs wasn’t so hard for me, but I wondered how I might get down. A misstep here might mean a fall that went on for a long way. Crossing the stream, the boulders icy from the freezing temperatures the night before, frightened me too. We clambered up into the cave on slick, wet rocks and turned around to see the view of the misty valley far below us.
In fiction and in life, it’s always amazing how far you’ve come when you stop to consider it, when you look back at the obstacles you’ve overcome. Sometimes there are set backs on your path. Sometimes there is fear, danger even. But sometimes, there is beauty and awe. And it is all worth it.