Monday, September 09, 2013
Mt. St. Helens otherwise known as Loo Witt is the Queen of the mountain peaks in our area. She was a beautiful and delectable snow cone that turned glorious shades of pink in the evening sunsets when I was a child. When she had her temper tantrum and blew her top in the 1980s I grieved her loss and the loss of all her children at her feet. But like any good mama she picked herself up and started rebuilding her dome.
My love of this mountain goddess remains. Twice now I have conquered one of her caves. This time as a 60 year old woman who is still 50 pounds overweight.
The 13 and 15 year old grandids hiked the cave while I crawled, shimmied and scooted on my back side over the house size cave ins of boulders ranging from ottomans to couches in size. We also slid down the 8 foot dried lava falls. Luckily it was a little easier this time as someone anchored a knotted rope with a looped rope beside it. So I stepped in a loop at the four foot mark and then GS let me stand on his knee for the last drop. Hope his knee is still okay. GD sung our way through the last hour. Her spirits never wavered. GS has the hiking skills of a mountain goat, but I think the lack of other people was getting to him as we crawled our way into the fifth hour. I feel very good about myself at the moment. I thank God for healing me from the vertigo and CFS which allowed me to make this last hurrah through the north cave. The new appreciation for light and sunshine and challenges met makes my heart soar. Funny how the darkness in caves or in our lives can do that for us. We just have to embrace the hardships knowing there really is light at the end of the tunnel.
My pic with sky Light about an hour into the tunnel.
borrowed pic showing the climbing
my pic ...Trail of Two Forests Lots of holes in the ground where trees rotted out of the lava flow 10,000 years earlier
Last borrowed pic with more boulders.