The Mists of Pilchuck (7.9.05)

[ridgewalkernw]

There are some things that I realize that ground me. Lately, I have came into contact with alot of them. Little know to the swirling realities of life, and the constant soap opera of inter personal relationships with friends. Sometimes you just have to step out into the mountains, and see something so enduring that time and cares seem to slow and dispate away. This weekend, I did my weekend hike to Mt Pilchuck. I have headed up this mountain, in so many different stages of my life. When I was growing up at Camp Brinkley, when I solo and living in the mountains, when I was married and running camp, after when I was solo and running with the Yamabushi, and now post Yamabushi in the company of new inspiration. In the end, the white granite and mountain hemlock has given a perspective of time and enduring principles. In the end, I am as married to the Mountains that call me home as I would ever be to one part of my life. I change so much, yet stay the same. It is comforting in many ways...


Images from the Trail

-- Ridgewalker

Never fear the past, for it is what makes your present and your future brighter.