I walked out of Fred Meyer a few weeks ago, with groceries in my arms and thoughts in my head—trip-planning thoughts, packing thoughts, dull, gray thoughts—when I looked up to see Lazy Mountain looming over the big box store, crisp and majestic, holding up a few clouds and a big, blue sky. It felt just like the first time, when I moved to Alaska 30 years ago: miraculous, a slow-motion explosion on the land. A mountain is an embodiment of a time-frame that is bigger, grander, slower, maybe even wiser than our tiny sliver of experience.
Happy trails!
Oh, my. I did not realize your departure date was coming so soon! Bon voyage! Happy trails! Wishing you good weather, good roads, and good adventures!
100 down to 50 is nothing to sneeze at, David!
Fabulous! Bon voyage, David.