The way down is always harder than the way up. On the way up a mountain, your muscles strain to push you vertically. Going down, you’re already tired and you’re fighting gravity to keep from falling. And fall I do, slipping on mud covering a smooth rock, and tumbling face down, my eyeglasses rocketing into a nearby tree. When I was younger, I didn’t think twice about hiking up a mountain. I enjoyed the challenge and the soreness that followed, my body’s signal that I had accomplished something special and was fit enough to do … Continue reading Coming Down the Mountain by E. H. Jacobs →