March 3; Counting Down to That Day

 One thing that I do now, that I did not do four years ago, is leash up Bella and head up to hike Crowder’s Mountain at the state park.

The very first time I went up there on my own I was scared out of my mind. I hadn’t done anything like this in forever. Going out on my own was only something I did for charity meetings and then there were people I knew there. Hiking the mountain I knew no one. Then on that first trip, I made a new friend, and found a feather. I see feathers, butterfly, cardinals and pennies as messages. I have a cup in this room where I keep the feathers I find.

Today started out a bit cool, but warmed up quickly. The sun was out and the sky was this glorious Carolina blue. There was no way I was staying home. Gathering everything I needed and getting Molly inside I got Bella’s leash and harness on and off we went. Well, almost. As I was getting Bella in the car I noticed the mail carrier pull down the road. I decided to wait just in case we got mail. I’m glad I did because a hose my son had ordered for his car came early. I called and asked if he was coming home for lunch, he wasn’t sure so I went ahead and took it over to him.

From there- it was off to the mountain. It really doesn’t take all that long to get there, and the drive is relatively easy- no interstate. The fact its the middle of the week and right at the middle of the day it wasn’t terribly busy. I found a place to park where I thought my Jeep and her stars would be safe then got Bella out and off we went.

Bless that dog, she has to stop and smell EVERYTHING. She often zig zags across the trails making sure she doesn’t miss any. Well, up until she starts to tire then its only those that are closest. And she also scent marks at every smell. Which amazes me sometimes. But today…oh today. What a gloriously beautiful, made for get outside and go day.

 It was obvious that I’m not in the best of shape, I stopped more today than usual but I think I’m still a little sore from that abrupt sit down from last time. Still, we made it. We reached those steps and even though we had to step aside often, it was okay. People spoke to us and we- well I- spoke with them. You could tell that everyone was feeling the wonders of the day.

If I had suddenly heard Julie Andrews I would not have been surprised. The Hills really did feel as if they were alive with the sound of music. Anyone dancing would not have surprised me either.  At one point there was a young dad sitting on a bench with his daughter who turned out to be eighteen months old and cute as could be. And she knew ‘doggy’.

At the midway point of the steps as we moved aside, a lady and her toddler son wanted to pet Bella who was accommodating.

Finally at the top, the view as always takes your breath taking. As it our usual habit, I gave Bella some water as we rested a few moments, I take a few photos of the same scenes I have before and then started down.

As we passed two gentlemen who had backpacks on that appeared as if they would weigh more than me one spoke. I stopped and we talked briefly about Bella and then we were each on our way. Nice people, and one had the most charming English accent. 

Poor Bella tends to get slightly miffed at me making her stop so often to take a photo but it doesn’t last long. As we were making our way down a butterfly flew directly in front of me then over and around. A day that had been good and glorious so far, now became even more so. I don’t know if the people who had just passed me thought me crazy but I was watching that butterfly dance on the breeze. As we made our way around the next curve in the road I saw the butterfly again.

I couldn’t help but smile. We may be fast approaching the anniversary of his death, but there are messages still. Making our way down the trail we passed many people going up. Nearly every single one spoke. Some a simply hello, some how are you and some stating the truth, Its a wonderful day. And it really, really is indeed, a wonderful day.

one section of the 300+ steps
Those tiny buildings in he far distance is Charlotte, or as SNL says, the gateway to Gastonia.
Me and Bella, my ride or die partner

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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4 Responses to March 3; Counting Down to That Day

  1. ΠιCΘLΣ says:

    Breathtaking scenery. It’s so nice being outdoors. Can’t wait for the snow to melt so I can go on a hike, too. Hope you will enjoy more exciting outdoor adventures with Bella.

  2. Linda says:

    Great photos!

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