Hopping through mountains

I was on all fours, taking tiny, careful steps to stabilize my body on top of slippery crushed rocks underneath me. Every time I moved my feet, stones and pebbles rolled downhill.

I looked up the mountain slope to see which way to go next. But the ground was so steep ahead of me, it was hard to clearly see where the trail led.

The blinding afternoon sun stared back at me every time I raised my head, burning my exposed face, chest and arms. I breathed in and out, taking a moment to calm down my racing heart, and continued upward.…