Gone to the mountains

I'm on holiday.   I planned it to hike in the mountains.  To write a little.  To rest and relax.  I have done all I hoped.  And much more.   Unexpectedly, I cleared away some old demons.  Fears, I mean.  After 12 years, I got back on two slippery sticks you point downhill on the snow -- and liked it.  I might yet enjoy skiing.  Not that I did not feel fear.  I just also felt the reward and was willing to make the battle with my mindset.  And I took three of the highest cable cars in Europe to see an entire mountain range on a wonderfully clear day.  I nearly quit before starting that trip and again just before the top.  I'll have a lot to say about never saying never in life.  When I return...next week.