I relished the lessons you learned from climbing back up the mountain. Just keep moving. That’s true about so many things. Writing, for one!

Your story about the steepness of your climb reminded me of a house I lived in in the Dandenong Ranges of Victoria (Australia). Now, the Dandenongs are nothing compared to the Swiss Alps, but this house I rented was at the bottom of a verrrry steep hill. And I did not own a car at the time.

It was probably crazy to move there with no car. Everything from getting groceries down the hill by hand to having the dump truck deliver firewood was a challenge. And I had to climb that hill every time I wanted to go somewhere. To work, to the library, to the store, you name it.

I totally know how you felt as you climbed those steps. As I would climb my crazy hill to get to the train station (where I could finally rest while riding the train) my heart would be nearly exploding out of my chest.

But the best thing was how fit I got while I lived there. My heart would still be pounding by the time I reached the top, but after several months of it I was the fittest I’d ever been in my life.

Sometimes I get nostalgic to live there again just so I can be that fit again!
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