At last, I made it! I finally reached the top of this mountain. I wish you were here, and I wish that you had been along for every part of the climb with me. There were some really tough moments, and I nearly gave up. I almost quit and went back down, but Iím sooo glad I made it. Itís worth it.
There is indescribable beauty in this world, and I am privileged to be viewing it. Everything from the top of this mountain looks different, newer, cleaner, older. I am seeing the same world that I see everyday down there in the valley, but Iím seeing it from above. I wish I could find a way to keep the beauty and bring it down to you.
And I wish you were here,
Well, I made it. I climbed all the way to the top of this mountain. Itís taken me the better part of my Saturday to get up here, and now I wonder if I should have stayed home to clean instead. Thereís nothing up here: no benches, no yogurt stands, no souvenir shops. Nothing except for nature and tree huggers blabbing about the view. Is this what I came up here for? The view?
See you as soon as I get down,
Mom and Dad Ė
I did it! I got to the top of the mountain! Everything is great up here. The view is amazing, unique, and perfect all at once. Thereís just one problem: How am I going to get back down? I think that going down is going to be trickier than coming up.
Hope Iím not stuck,
The top of the mountain is wonderful. The view is spectacular, and I feel so proud of myself for making it all the way to the top. I stopped and took some time to take everything in and hereís a thing I noticed: no one stays at the top. They come, see what there is to see, write in their journals, take some pictures, and leave. The top of the mountain isnít for staying. You canít stay on the top forever. Thereís no food or shelter. You go to the top so that you can take some of the top down into the valley.
Coming back down,