I have new found gratitude for rock piles.
The hike to Delicate Arch became daunting at one point when all I could see was an expanse of stone. This, of course, came right after we passed a disgruntled family telling us it was "too far". They had given up and turned back. Just around the corner another exhausted woman complained about how lengthy and arduous the trek was.
I looked forward and saw only an ominous boulder.
I continued onward, searching for "the path of least resistance." I am sure I passed several of these rock piles (cairns) before I actually noticed them. When I did finally associate them as "leading the way", I was almost giddy. I had seen such before, but only in wooded areas and definitely not so elaborate. I was grateful to the dear Park Ranger who blazed the trail and rekindled my optimism.
Lessons can be learned from a mere pile of rocks. Stop focusing on the sun blazing down, the parched throat, the precarious knee. Look ahead. Search for The Way. Find joy in the rock piles and smile.