As the year was ending, I was thinking, no, the whole thing wasn't terrible, just much of it.
Upon further reflection, I realized I did have a number of high points in the year. In this case, "high" had multiple meanings, one being very literal.
Top of Mount Baker, July 2021
Top of Flat Iron in the Superstition Mountains, September 2021
Virginia Pass, Hoover Wilderness, October 2021
Mount Vinson Base Camp, December 2021
Turns out, when looking through the my photos, I noticed the photos in which I looked the youngest, the photos with my most joy, were the ones with me on a mountain. This surprised me, and didn't surprise me. N has told me many times to self-identify as a mountaineer, to believe that I am no longer an ultimate player, I am a mountaineer. The fitness and muscle adaptation that result from mountaineering training (steady pace, heavy load, go all day) is different than for ultimate (sprint endurance), and I'm learning that difference.
The loss of one identity comes with the emergence of another.
I was going to post the four images on various social media platforms, but realized I wanted to keep them here. So, I didn't post them there. And I'm happy with this.