Posted on March 6, 2007 in Hiking
Long term readers (both of them?) remember my soloquys of nature. I hadn’t gone on a solitary hike in a long time, at first because of my lithium and then because of the long summer’s heat. Today I sauntered up the low saddle between Flores Peak and the base of Mount Modjeska to check a geocache I’d laid out in a manic period. Everything was in order, so I climbed a little higher — a mere gasp of a way along the winding trail. Looked over the white sycamores lining the bottom of Harding Canyon and then went back down, my mind forming no thoughts, my lips chanting no words for recording later.
Someday, I thought, I’ll climb Flores Peak. Maybe this week. It’s a short ascent with long views.