I don't think the road to Bethlehem is quite this hilly, but I did think of the pregnant Mary and (presumably) worried Joseph walking their weary way to the manger this week.
Wayne & I started among the monkeys of Monkey Hill, climbed up the 1,284 steps to Needle Point (yup, we counted them!), paused often enough to breathe deeply (well, to breath at all actually, and to quiet our pounding hearts) and admire the view. Unfortunately we took a few too many stops so that our last 20 minutes were literally in the dark. Good thing the path was paved with white rocks and had a railing for the more treacherous parts.
Next time, we'll get an earlier start.
(I wonder if that's what Mary and Joseph said, too?)
"The desert and the parched land will be glad;
the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.
Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom;
it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.
Strengthen the feeble hands,
steady the knees that give way;
say to those with fearful hearts,
Be strong, do not fear;
your God will come..." -- the prophet Isaiah 35:1-4