Next.

If ever I thought I'd arrived, I was wrong.

 Did you, ever?

Hike and climb and fix your eyes on that highest point
--sometimes it seemed to move further away--

to flop down on nearest apex boulder
or raise your hands in amazement
of the crisp
clean air

up there.

 The bear went over the mountain
to see what he could see.

Me?

The view an enticement, surely, but the promise of rest

...

that idea of repose kept me moving
eyes on the prize
picnic in sight.

The light is clear enough to see the next mountain.