Stories from the Trail and Mat
Maya arrived nervous, clutching her journal. At dawn, the lake held a glassy stillness. After twenty minutes of gentle sun salutations, her steps on the lakeside loop felt lighter. She wrote later, “I finally heard my breath more clearly than my doubts.”
Stories from the Trail and Mat
Ty and his dad chose a short switchback path shaded by maples. They practiced simple balance poses before walking. The modest climb revealed a meadow buzzing with bees. Ty laughed, saying the view felt like a reward for taking small, brave steps together.
