Columbia Gorge_Multnomah Fall & Larch mountain

I had a red ’98 Ford Ranger. Driving outside the city was a big deal because money was tight, and gas wasn’t cheap. Yet, I still went—using saved coins and small bills that could have bought me a better meal plan. I packed everything I had for “wilderness” travel and set out for Larch Mountain. It would be a long hike, 14 miles with a 4,056 ft ascent.

Pacing myself, carrying just enough water and snacks, I passed waterfalls, a person fishing, others walking their dogs, and a couple enjoying the day. Then, they all faded away. It was just me, my breath, the smell of my sweat, and a sea of green. I felt relieved. For the first time in a while, I was making progress—something I desperately needed. Life had been stuck, full of waiting, unknowns, limbo, and potential failure. But here, on this trail, I was moving forward. I needed this.

I was almost there. I could feel the top approaching. But then, I started seeing people again—a couple here, a person there, and oddly, more kids. Then, someone in heels and another in cleats with a bike suit. Wait, what’s happening? And then, I stepped into a paved parking lot.

Yes, Larch Mountain isn’t in the wilderness. It has a parking lot just three minutes from the top. Most people visit by car or bicycle. Not many by foot.

Coming to this country was my choice, and I worked and studied hard every day, just to get to the starting line, barely hanging on. And then, I meet people who naturally stand on it, strolling around. Well, life is like that. Some have the right information; some don’t. Some pay a lot to be there; some are just there. But that’s okay. I have more stories to share.

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