-- Wandering back up the Alum Cave Trail, my footsteps carried me upward, toward the sky. Emerging from the cloud, I was above it all. Never have I seen a mountain in so many ways. Golden light poked through cracks in the fir. Continuing across the ice, I soon approached my home. Mount LeConte smiled in the sun.
Sitting with a warm cup of coffee I opened my mind and began digging for words. They wouldn’t coming easy. I explored further. My attention fell to the window. What would the mountain decide to do? Rain, snow, or continued inversion? I took a large gulp of coffee. The first snow flake landed on the window pane. A crowd of flakes followed - old man winter was knocking at my door once again.
I took another sip, and welcomed him in.
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity” ― John Muir, Our National Parks