We couldn’t figure out why the hike is called Hell’s Hole, but what a hike! It was steep for the first two miles or so and then had its steep spots, but we’ve hiked much worse as far as incline. On the way up, we saw two snowshoe hares, and met two wonderful people.
The gentleman from Mississippi was breathing hard, but with only one day to spare for fun on a business trip, he’d chosen to hike. The other, older gentleman, was from Parker and originally from the Slovak part of the world so I felt a connection.
We ended up together in the breathtaking meadow and settled in the grasses, sharing our snacks and each other’s lives for just a brief time. It was communion. It was fellowship. It was spirit-filling camaraderie.
The world stood still for just a little slice of time and touched all four us, mostly strangers and yet friends.