I went back to the mountain today,

by myself this time. I was up there for several hours, so at some point I had to pee. I could not do it on the trail, so I figured I would climb up the side
of the mountain, far enough where I wouldn't be visible from the path.

The only problem: The climb. At one point, I was holding on to a rock, with no footing. I didn't have enough grasp on the rock to pull myself up. And climbing back down was even more impossible. I was stuck.

As I hung there helplessly, a hiker walked by, only 5 feet above me! I had essentially just made a very difficult shortcut to the next part of the trail, which wrapped around the mountain. So much for the privacy!

The hiker stopped and looked down at me, as I clung to the rock for dear life. He didn't actually come to my assistance, but he did stand there, making sure I made it to safety.

Other than that, the day was uneventful. As I walked, I prayed and even sang a little bit. Yesterday's concerns suddenly seemed small.

In the mountain there is a canyon with a stream running through it. The water is fast flowing and clear, so I drank some. That water was like my day: Cleansing and refreshing.