Last week I visited the small town of Hathersage in order to hike up into the Peak District National Park. Travel companion sherpa, Jochanan, also joined in the trek.
Now, there’s something everyone must know about English public footpaths. By public I mean they’re in other people’s yards. And by path I mean mudslide trail. And by foot I mean watch your step because sheep have no shame in adding their own digestive masterpieces to help guide the way. Anyway, as an avid hiker of the Appalachians, I was not perturbed by the challenge and thus we carried on toward the peaks.....We climbed all the way to the top and immediately were surprised by the climate change. The wind whips when it has nowhere else to go except straight across sheer stone. Looking out, I soaked in the solitude. Practically alone in this natural masterpiece. Every view from up there is breathtaking. After wining and dining amidst the upper boulders, the friendly English rain began to pelt us. Climbing down I turned around to see the cliff’s edge just one more time. And what did I see? A rainbow. Seriously. A rainbow. Seriously. At which point I just stood paralyzed gazing at the ‘greater spirit’s’ little gift to us.