Snack Break on the Ridge

Hiking to the ridge had been harder than expected. I was panting; you were already laughing at my dramatic complaints. But when we reached the top, the view made every step worth it. Mountains rolled into the distance, clouds brushed the peaks, and the air smelled like pine and freedom.

We sat on a flat rock, pulled out the sandwiches, and just watched. The quiet between bites was filled with something gentle and warm the kind of comfort you only get when you share the climb, the view, and the moment with someone else.

Sometimes a trail doesn’t just take you to a view. It takes you to a memory you’ll carry forever.