Yr. Twenty-Three Prelude: The first of many mountains

Today I hiked through several miles in the Ozarks of Arkansas to get to one of the most breathtaking views in the entire state, Whitaker Point. 



What I found was, while the hiking itself was difficult, it wasn't the most challenging part of the entire trip. It was knowing where to start. 

The Whitaker Point trailhead isn't something you can easily point out on a map, or find off a major highway. It appears after eight miles of a 45 degree angle road that has no signage to give you hope that you're going in the right direction. 

To our right and left, cliffs with endings we could not see. Ahead of us, a beautiful destination we hoped would be there.  

After much patience (and what I saw as a sign from the good man above to keep going) we found the opening in the woods... and we were off. 



I couldn't help but think, "wow, all that trouble to get to this already difficult hike?"  

But how fitting, really?  

How often do you have to get through the muck, just to get to the start of your journey? 

Tomorrow, I officially begin "Yr. Twenty-Three". A new start to a new challenge. 

Whitaker Point was just the first of many mountains ahead.