When you climb a high hill you have to fall down eventually. At least I’m home again, with bruises but this time I didn’t lose an anything I haven’t lost before.
There’s always the question of was it worth it and would you climb another high hill. I expect I will, in time. I seem to be destined to keep climbing hills no matter how much I wish I’d just stop and stay home where it’s always the same, not happy maybe but comfortable.
Right now I’m glad to rest awhile between high hills.