Soaring high above the clouds at daybreak, courtesy of an inversion layer. Temps at observation hovering around 36 degrees with light winds. Efforts to catch the early morning light at Myrtle Point did not go unrewarded...those pics coming tomorrow!
My pen met the paper with ease. The white pages of my notebook stood out amidst the red tablecloth and kerosene. Pausing, I searched for words. Like wild animals the words never came when I chased them. It was only when I gave them little to no thought that they would come to graze.
Mount Le Conte is rich elusive country. The thin air, the damp forest and the steep overlooks share experiences teeming with words, many of which I have no way of describing with our limited English vernacular. I’ve found that if I go explore the mountain often, nature rewards my stubborn passion with descriptions of a land I still struggle to describe.
In the end, I guess it’s less about the words you find - more about how they make you feel.
“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden