Rope net at the Brazilian pavilion

It was a hard trek up the net. 

I was determined not to sink to my knees for fear I would never get back up. 

I was laughing hard by the time I got to the top. I remembered 30.5 year ago, the day my beloved asked me to marry him, on top of the Santa Fe ski area. I had fallen out of the ruts on the rope tow. The only thing I could do was crawl on my hands and knees until I got to a run to ski back down the hill. I was so glad my intended didn't witness my frailty. 

I was able to stay on my feet this day and my companions, both beloved, did not have to rescue me.