Today, I joined a group of 32 people on a hike in the Smoky Mountains. It was the annual Santa Hat hike, this time to Spruce Flats Falls. It was only about four miles, but did involve scrambling over boulders. We lucked out on weather - the low 70's throughout the morning and only a little misting rain at the end.
But the falls were worth it. And maybe that's the point - to just keep walking the path because the treasures along the way are worth it. What better lesson on the day when the light starts lengthening again and bringing hope?