I don't have my new hiking shoes yet, but my old ones, still breathing--even more so with the extra holes that are working their way through the outer fabric--will still carry me up onto the wind-scoured peaks and ridges on trails likely used for millennia, first by wild animals, then later, by Native Americans, before finally becoming trails for throngs of people wanting, like me, to just get away and see some country--the high country.
|Part of the Mt. Nebo trail|
|The view from Kings Peak is what it's all about|
And then, for me, there is God. When John Denver penned the words, "you can talk to God and listen to the casual reply" in his hit song, Rocky Mountain High, he was without knowing it, penning the path of my life. So often I have poured my heart out to Him, when I'm in some far away, remote place.
|Hiking in the off-season has its risk and rewards too.|
This is an October hike to the Notch in the Uintas.
So I await my next adventure. It is always calling me. This life is too short to ignore it. So get up. We're burnin' daylight.
|Hawk on the Lone Peak Trail.|