It’s impossible to watch the sunrise and not believe the world is beautiful.
Every morning at the OPUS hut reminds me of this. In the wee hours, we roll out of bed, don our down booties and quietly gain the stairs to start coffee. Leaving the lights off, early morning light slowly wakes us. Quiet, not to stir the guests, we grab each other and stand gazing out the windows. The feeling is always the same. Life is so stunning.
I feel so lucky to find myself in a place like this. Sometimes, I have to do the process where you unravel your thoughts, and think backwards to remember how I got here. A girl from Vermont, not often called strong or brave, planted into some of the most rugged mountains. I brought myself here, I remember, skis on, a pack loaded with food. I slogging uphill, and am entrusted to cook and maintain this hut, resting off the grid.
It’s an honor really, and a challenge. When I find myself at the OPUS I think, this is right and this is true. It’s significant to be in a place devoted to the reverence of mountains and nature, that grants solitude and community at the same time. I feel a pull, towards the person I want to be, every time I start up the trail.