When I got to the top, Eagle Rock, I sat there, ate a banana, read part of a book, and mostly just sat and listened and felt the wind and saw the hills, the highway, the golf course below me. I closed my eyes and lay back on a lower rock, where it was almost comfortable. I could feel the warmth of the sun along with the stiff breeze, and it was perfect. I let in the sounds, tried to let out the thoughts. But I didn't get rid of them.
It occurred to me that I am afraid of nothing. Literally. I would rather be afraid of something. I can deal with that.