I grew up spending weeks of my summer climbing Lake Michigan sand dunes. Last summer I accepted the challenge, shortly after my 59th birthday of dunes climbing once again. With my Montana grown son-in-law, who is seeing such a sight for the first time, I huffed and puffed to the top. Actually I felt pretty good, I regularly hike and bike, but my joints did register quit a protest. A satisfying personal victory.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Victory.”