One Foot After Another

We had taken lots of hikes and camped out often, but when my husband asked me to go backpacking for a week, I was hesitant. Finally, I agreed. We drove up in the high Sierras to meet with the group he backpacked with every year. As I was harnessed up with the backpack frame and loaded with camping supplies, including food, I knew I had made a serious mistake. In the thin air it was harder to breath, even without climbing with a 40-plus-pound pack on my back. But off we went. After several miles of climbing I realized how important my feet were. Those feet were my only means of transportation. You don’t think much about feet until you know they’re your only hope of rescue! It was years ago, but I have not taken my feet for granted since.