The other day William and I escaped to the mountain tops. Our hike confirmed to me that when everything on the ground is too muddled and hard, it's not just about getting out, it's about going up. After sitting quietly in the sun for about an hour taking in the view, Will and I sprinted back down the mountainside. Of all the things I like about hiking, running back home might be my favorite. Until I make the inevitable clumsy, and probably painful tumble, this will be the closest I will ever get to flying.