Trekking with Tenacity: At 68, it's not too late to live outside the box!

  

A waif in the 50's–a child of Texas discipline. No one asked how I felt or what I thought…outside meant security. Away from walls, racing through the brush, I was a prodigal girl, a candy cigarette and a vanilla shake with a brief reprieve from, "Yes, Sir, No Sir" and miles away from: "Do as you're told." Outside, every blade of grass and a million sticker bushes stood up with the chiggers, the scorpions, the snakes, the humidity.  All spoke: "You can dance, you can dream, you can run, you can scream. The wind will carry your voice." 

Thus my lust: distant trails, perpetual pinnacles, endless sunrises.

So here I am, once again, headed to the highest peaks, the humblest people, the hyaline of intrigue. I've trained on mountains sides and treadmills, packed equipment and supplies, and now, I'm a tiny speck in a tenacious land, returning to an aggregation of  beauty: 

                     The Riveting Himalaya.