one hundred twenty one

WELCOMED DISTRACTION

With the roar of waves in the background, the fog drifted in at mid morning. I entered a fog filled tunnel of lush moss covered Redwoods the slender shafts of sunlight found their way to the ground. 

This took my mind off the third five hundred foot climb of the morning and my ailing hip. 

After a thousand or so miles, I was grinding down and needed a rest day or two, but this moment was one I had come so far to see.