Hey Baklaher, I was hiking up the ridge yesterday and the wind there sounded like a quiet lullaby—have you ever felt a mountain speaking to your thoughts?

That’s the kind of moment that reminds us why we keep climbing—when the wind turns a stone into a story, it’s almost like the mountain is whispering back. Take it slow, breathe with the ridge, and let the quiet guide you. The earth’s still got a lot to share.