Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent.
You can heave your spirit into a
mountain and the mountain will keep
it, folded, and not throw it back as some
creeks will. The creeks are the world
with all its stimulus and beauty; l live
there. But the mountains are home.
from: Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
by: Annie Dillard
Now that Brian and Mericar have moved back to Logan...I hope to hike at least once a week with them before the snow flies!! Today I am sure I hiked about 8 miles round trip. We were on the Bunchgrass Trail..a little east of Tony Grove...up Logan Canyon. We got to the top...or at least we thought it the top...before it began to head down again, with no lake in sight...and thats when I knew it was time for me to head back to my car. I was spent!! BandM continued on...for they had plans to camp somewhere up there in the quaking aspens. I DO NOT sleep on the ground...so it was my cue to turn around and high tail it home.
Only brown dust and sweat...
change is good...thats what they say...