This photo came from a day Joe and I inadvertently ended up climbing on rocks and walking on ridiculously steep hillsides for seven hours. There was a little chalet up on the mountain above my uncle's house. Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to go up there... and had some aborted attempts (that were adventures in themselves). For the entire middle part of the adventure I did not take any pictures because I was focused on climbing ladders, hanging onto chains attached to the rocks, looking for footholds and informing my husband that his wife was not a goat. Needless to say, there were both emtional high points and the lowest of lows.
But we made it out of the mountain ... and, after a reassuring conversation with the man staying in the chalet, who described EXACTLY what we were going to find on the path down, we relaxed enough to take pictures (lots of flowers in the almost vertical alpine meadows).
