This week I heard the Black Hills calling my name.
I followed that calling blindly, and ended up hiking up to the top of Boulder Hill.
This rugged trail follows, not a path worn in the dirt, but a worm path in some rocks.
Follow that path up, up, and up.
Until you reach this glorious view.
It took time to enjoy the silence, read my Bible, and soaked in the sun.
My little brother & his buddies, coincidentally, ruined the silence by managing to chose the same hiking spot. Odd. But that is the magic of the Black Hills. They are very persuasive to begin an adventure!