On the way down from the pinnacle, I took a wrong route, one that was shut down since the fire in 2006. About an hour down that path, it became more apparent that it was not a clearly marked path. At any point, looking ard opens an array of possible directions. This resulted in a disconnected, lost feeling that was intensified due to other factors such as running out of water, sunset and having no one in sight. I would love to be able to enjoy this state of disorder that is probably more in line with reality, which is constantly out of balance. But sadly, the prominent pleasure that i got out of this event was from the effort made in orientating myself, in finding a balance and a way back to where i came from.
