Trailshot Tuesday

… but who can choose just one ?

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The gate at Longmire was open this morning when I got there at 8:45. I drive a Civic Hybrid and I had no trouble at all on the drive up to Paradise. I stopped at Narada Falls on the way up and took that frigid walk without another soul in sight. There are just no words to adequately describe the beauty and silence of this place.

When I got started at Paradise I was a little bummed to realize that the strain I felt in my hamstring at work Monday had not gone away. It altered my plan a bit, but it didn’t stop me from enjoying this gorgeous day.

” As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can. ”

-John Muir

6 Comments on “Trailshot Tuesday

    • Surprising … and maybe a wee bit magical. Nothing up there is familiar buried in snow. Myrtle Falls was frozen silence, the bridge, covered in several feet of drifts. I followed tracks in the snow until they disappeared. I imagined your Mom’s spirit glistening in the sparkling meadow ..

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