"We sleep to time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if we ever wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of time uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it's time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it's time to break our necks for home.
There are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times."
- Holy the Farm by Annie Dillard.
This photo essay features my father, Karl Cote. These pictures were taken during the Summer of 2011 at Saddleback Mountain. I would never have made this hike if it was not for my father, but once I did I gained so much optimism and persistence in life. There is something so powerful about not giving up - even when reason tells you otherwise. Every time I encountered a difficult situation after this hike I would think back to the determination and resilience that I discovered in myself during this trip.