I pause to catch my breath. Panting follow panting, as my hands clench my knees, but I can’t get enough. Mira looks on in concern. The ascent above glacial point taxed us both, while our Cross-Country-running trained son ascended with envious ease.
She prepares to speak when I stand up straight. I nod.
“Are you sure?” She asks, incredulous.
“Let’s go,” I answer.
We follow the rest of the trail, past the last pine trees, to the base of Sentinel Dome. Pure granite awaits. Others rise along its face.; the Rock could care less.
With the last of my strength, I step out onto granite and climb to the apex. Where the ceaseless wind and vast vistas of Yosemite greet me in equal measure.
I embrace them both.
The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face.
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