Rhythmic Rambling
A fall trail beckons with color. A soft breeze sifts a motivational morning chill through light layers, warm blood flows under cool skin, legs drive me uphill, moving me forward, generating warmth. Winter lies ahead, summer, now part of my past, is blending with the pleasant memory of many seasons. Seasons define the passage of … Continue reading Living at the Edge
I want to be everywhere; I don’t want to leave anywhere. We are strangers. A confluence of diverse backgrounds, distant homes, variations in culture and different expectations, drawn together by the Yellowstone Institute—held together by the gravity of a common bond, a love of places wild. The narrow trail suggests solitude, focusing thought; not many … Continue reading The Confluence
My alarm was silent but I was awake. Awake, lying in bed and thinking, waiting to start my morning. Giving in, I sat up and took the first of what would be many steps on this day. I would walk into a Canyon full of memories. Mirrors are always part of my morning, but on … Continue reading TOGETHER IN TIME
“…those soft green leaves of the maple and the dogwood, are small, precious hints of the wild tapestry that once circled the earth, the patterns and paradigms that first breathed meaning into human existence. For many people those hints are what help transcend the tumult of daily living, they are the slim measure of miracle … Continue reading Going to the Sun
90 MAXIMUM. The sign, posted in Kilometers, allows motorists to traverse Alberta's Icefields Parkway at approximately 55 miles per hour. This stretch of road, featuring rugged peaks, waterfalls, glaciers, lakes, and white water, defines the Canadian Rockies. Contributing to the magnificence, surrounded by dramatic peaks, is a depression in a wooded slope. A small creek … Continue reading BEAUTY CREEK
Small clouds of dust offer a brief history of my passing, motion is my motivation. Decades of syncing a given pace to my pumping heart and expanding lungs allow me to move with confidence. I am hiking for tomorrow, pushing hard now so I can wander deep, deep into the wilderness that I need as … Continue reading RANDOM SYMMETRY
The trail is short, almost nonexistent; its lack of definition indicating the solitude offered by this nook in the Rockies. By walking on rocks when I can, the faint trail when I can’t, I avoid disturbing the meadow more than my presence requires. Time in this setting, time in similar settings allows me to recognize … Continue reading LAKE AGNES CHAPTER TWO
