So, “how far can you go into the Dark Forest?” Only halfway.
From that point on, “you’re going out of the forest.”
* * *
I said “good-bye” to the mushrooms. And started getting out of the forest.

I sorta hated to leave the DARK Forest. Inside it’s darkness was a serenity. A stillness.
A calmness to it all.
But, it was still only a means to an end – Wilson.
Coming out of the forest, getting above it, opened up vast panoramas to the East. They were enormous. You could see 100s of miles. A little less to the North. And not so much to the South. But, to the East, the ground and the horizon almost fused together.
I made it to the switch back. To the North. And started climbing up some more.
The higher I got the more excited I got.
I couldn’t see anything to the West of me. There could have been a tornado or a hurricane. Genghis Khan and his Mongols. Anything. I wouldn’t have known.
I could see the tops of the aspens though. They were yellow, beautiful yellow.

The closer I got to the top the slower I decided to go.
I know that’s contrary to thinking. I wanted to speed up.
It’s that old adage – the closer you get, the faster you wanna go, to get there.
But the main thing is, is to get there.
One of my major philosophies, particularly in the wilderness, is, you gotta be able to last.
A long time.
I’d been going all day. And it was getting a little late in the afternoon. I still had to find some shelter for the night. And I didn’t wanna be too tired.
I had to find Wilson. That’s all that mattered.
Failure was not an option.
I’ve only one chocolate bar left. And maybe a couple swallows of tea.
So, as soon as I get to the top, I’m gonna plop myself down, eat my last chocolate bar, stretch out, and take a good long rest.
Rejuvenate.
Dream.

BSOT
Ian
Beautifully written, and I agree that we become wiser having come out of a dark challenging period.
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