My main man and I... on the top.
Bishop's Peak
It was 5:30 a.m.
Mira woke me up before the sun this morning. We found the closest thing to clean running clothes and shoes and headed for San Luis.
The fog was so thick, we could barely see our way into town. We arrived at the bottom of the mountain. It was cold and foggy, but we knew the feeling of being on the top would be worth it.
We started jogging. What an incline Mt. Madonna is! We kept chugging along... until finally a small patch of blue could be seen past the layer of fog. About 15 feet from the top, the fog cleared. Sunshine just for us!
Mira, Taylor and I were the only three souls on the top of the fog this morning. The blanket was so thick. We could see where the valley and ocean were covered, and the "seven sisters" mountain range peaked out the top.
It was amazing. The first daylight just for us. The excitement of Mira's first trip up... and pure joy from being in my sanctuary again. It had been too long.
We descended back into the cold fog, running quickly to make it to the warm car. We drove home, got Mira off to school and I climbed back into bed after a warm shower.
What a morning... and what a day it will be.
Oh, I almost forgot the best part. I looked up... directly up. There she was. Half way on her way out... la luna bella :)
1 comment:
The fog is a challenge sometimes... but there is sunshine just a short drive away. Los Osos is just far enough away for me to stay out of the scene.
I NEED some Ashtanga today. My body is craving it. Is that normal?
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