I pushed off the ground with my right foot, rising higher and higher.
Looking down to the gently sloping shallow concrete stairs I knew I was too high to safely land without injury.
However, with rising confidence and scissoring legs, I performed many more long lazy hops, skips and jumps, even pirouetting twice during one great leap.
Eventually my lofty bounds carried me beyond the length of the concrete and into a vast sandy gravel parking lot, sparsely populated by dozens of Airstream motor homes.
I glanced off the top of one of the silver RVs looking back longingly towards the edge of the sand lot, the top of the concrete stair slope, and beyond to the overgrown mountain peak where my journey began.
At the topmost stair, before ascending the rugged mountain surface towards the top, I sat to inspect my red Converse Hightop Sneakers.
I heard a couple of fellow travelers descending, discussing how the owner of the mountain peak had installed security fencing, scolding them for tresspassing.
My second journey down the stairs would have to begin from where I was then.
Again!
