I still quiver when I go up the San Marcos Pass into the Santa Ynez Mountains. I think about the 16 days that I spent at White Lotus learning to become a yogi. It was a mixed bag for me being one of the older people there and, perhaps, the least experienced. With my creaky knees and wheezy lungs I made it up the hill every morning, took off my shoes, unfurled my Manduka and slowly placed my body, mind and soul on the mat. Here’s some pictures and my story of that experience.