The Henry Mountains move. One of the last-surveyed and last-named mountain ranges in the lower forty-eight, the Henrys hold the middle of the Colorado Plateau, as an Island on a sandy sea of stone cut into by what little water runs. I drive, hike and wander around and near those mountains. They never remain where I think they should be. They shift, left to right, near to far...never constant on the horizon.
Kia ora LC,
ReplyDelete"Wilderness offers this sense of cosmic purpose if we can open our hearts and minds to its possibilities....at least so it is with me and possibly with most of us whose experiences have come to us in the wilds. I remember several such moments - an evening when I had climbed to the summit of Robinson Peak in the Quetico to watch the sunset: the flaming ball trembling on the very edge of a far ridge - fluid, alive, pulsating. As I watched it sink slowly into the dusk, it seemed to me I could actually feel the earth turning away from it, and sense its rotation". - abridged from Sigurd F. Olson - The Spiritual Need
Kia kaha e hoa!
Robb