....the ponderings and wanderings of a Marble pastor's wife.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
we did the Maroon Pass Trail Hike.........When I go on hikes I try and
apply the hike to life and spiritual matters thereby internalizing the
hike into my inner life. Jon and I along with another couple who are our
friends took on the West Maroon Pass trail. It does not take long in
mountain living to realize that when a mountain pass is mentioned that
it means climbing or driving up to a particular mountain point and then
dropping down to another side. The West Maroon Pass trail leads from
Aspen over and down to Schofield Park that gives you access to Crested
Our hike began at an iconic scene in Colorado called the
Maroon Bells which is a view of two famous peaks that are pyramid
shaped that are a little more than 14,000 ft in elevation. From the lake
at the bottom of these peaks which lies a little above 9000 ft the
hiker must hike up to the 12,500 ft pass. Doing the math the trail went
up! We began..... We went over rocks and slippery mud and crossed
several running streams helping one another by holding out hiking sticks
to keep from slipping in and getting completely wet. By the third
crossing I ceased to care about wet shoes and wet feet; the goal just
became about getting across.
Then we started the above 11,000
ft part. The air is much thinner and breathing became more of an effort.
My lungs always tell me when I am at 11,000 ft. We marched on
concentrating on one small goal to the next. As we got to 12,000 ft we
had 500 more to go to reach the pass. Then it was just a matter of
breath step, breath step, sip water, do not look down off the foot path,
breath step; you get the idea. Finally we made the pass. Once up there
we began cheering on all those we had met on the journey to make the
final steps to the top! We took a photo to prove we made it, we ate the
second half of our sandwhich, hydrated with fluids and then looked down
the other side and thought we have to go all the way down there!!! Oh
well that was the only way to the refuge of the car!
it down and awaiting us was the car, YEAAAAA!!! and a storybook cabin
whose owner had a freshly baked peach pie with homemade whipped cream! I
had never tasted a better pie!
what did I learn? When I think of the hike the word endurance comes to
mind. Our spiritual reward goes to those who endure to the end. Along
the way God shows us views we never expected to see in our lives. He
sends people to cheer us on and gives us the opportunity to cheer others
on. And sometimes the way is muddy and sometimes there are streams to
cross. Yet those same streams offer a place to refill your water bottle.
And sometimes there is the best peach pie you've ever tasted at the
end of the trail!
So do not throw away your confidence, it will
be richly rewarded.You need to persevere so that when you have done the
will of God, you will receive what He has promised......Hebrew 10:35-36