With my left tendon still healing and Joel navigating the long shadow of thyroiditis, our Saturday adventures have quietly changed with the season. Winter now draws us toward warm restaurants, lingering dinners, and the comfort of shared conversation rather than demanding trails.
Pulpit Rock has become a place of memories rather than destinations. Its razor-sharp stones, steep stairways, and weather-worn timber steps—now crumbling in places with age and neglect—ask more of us than we are willing to give at present. The climb is exhausting, the footing uncertain, and so we leave it to the wind and the ravens for now.
Yet the place remains dear to us. Over the years we captured countless photographs there, each one holding a fragment of a different season, a different version of ourselves. This image is one of those forgotten treasures, tucked away until now—a small window back to the days when the path seemed shorter, the rocks less formidable, and the horizon endlessly inviting.
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