Friday, October 1, 2010
I Climbed a Mountain
I haven't seen this photo in over 25 years until just recently when my daughter-in-law converted some old slides to computer for me. Yes, it's me when I was young and brave (I climbed a mountain!) and thinner and youthful and happily raising my kids.
This was taken about a year before Natalie died, and, ironically, I honestly remember that the next vacation I was planning to take (this was a Blue Ridge Mountains vacation in 1980, and I was 28) would be to Los Angeles, California, to meet Natalie Wood. This vacation was a good one, but I had been saving for the family to visit Dennis and see the Splendour he captained, but knew it would have to wait another year or two. I had been looking forward to meeting Robert Wagner, too. I was sure I would really like the two of them for Dennis had told me so much about them.
I never got to meet Natalie, but I do know that I've never been afraid of much in life. When summer of 1981 came, I almost drowned in the Delaware River on a white water tubing trip. Here, I stand at a mountain top, and now I am the author of one of the most intimidating books on the market.
I've been feeling frustrated and a little "lost" this past summer, getting things back on track, but now I'm feeling much better. I thank all of you for helping me through this mission, and it truly is a mission, just like wanting to get to the top of a mountain to see the view from "up there." It can get scary during the one-step- at-a-time it takes. I want to see the view of what it's like for justice to prevail. And, when it happens (and it will) I think I will have the same introspective expression that I have on my face in this photograph, after getting to the top of a mountain...you can feel so small in the vastness of it all, but yet you pursue...