I was whinging about my worst day ever when I realized that one of my best days ever was in the same 24 hour period! I thought I would share it with you and hope you can share yours.
We had just climbed most of the way up Mount Rainier and were at base camp (Camp Muir, I think) making water (from snow). I was out finding 'clean' snow (half the people who climb Rainier each year stop at this base camp...) and I glanced out and there was almost the entire state of Washington laid out below me like a topo map - Mount Hood and Mount Baker stood head and shoulders above the rest of the world (or so it seemed). Then I looked over at the nearby cliff face and my shadow was surrounded by a 'glory' - the light from the setting sun warping around my body heat in the sub-zero temperature, bending into a rainbow around my shadow. To make the day even more memorable; I was one of the first ones up at 1am so I had time to lie back and look at the 'starry, starry night' - I don't know how I deserved 2 Maslow peak experiences in one day but... Hey, I turned 40 that summer!