Quandary Peak: July 2016

You look back on trail only in memory, not in longing, Lest you be perpetually turned into salt. Set it down and look ahead.

The peak crawls slowly from behind its veil above, Marking the goal, taunting with faraway closeness.

Alpenglow softly razes the edge of ridges, Shimmering hopefulness after dark, steep climbs.

And we step silently over streams, through thistle and rock. Traversing miles of bending trail before the light of day, One welcomes the gauzy lit horizon,

Ascents often begin in the dead of night, Glowing orbs oat amongst the brush