Mountain Spells

So fellow travelers, we have spent three days discovering the majestic power of the mountains in Rainier and Olympic National Parks in Washington.

Mount Rainier (above) and Mount Olympus (below)


They are spellbinding. 

 

Yesterday at Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park, Favorite Older Daughter and I hiked a trail leading to a lookout point. It was a mercifully short, but knee cracking steep climb.  My daughter patiently paced her stride as I stopped to get photos and catch my breath more than a few times.

 

The views from the top were worth every inch we hiked.

Even more precious was this rare time alone together. “Proud” barely describes the depth of joy I feel being with the amazing young woman my daughter has become. I have not written much about her because it is not often we get to spend time together. I head back home in a few days with an increasing sense that “home” is no longer where I currently live. It’s become this wild and wondrous place I return to every summer, this place our kids call home.

While trying to describe my experience at the trail’s crest I wrote what I thought was a run on sentence, until I realized it was actually a poem

The mountains are calling and winding tendrils of awe around my  heart

Ice fresh air seductively imbued with cedar fills my head with wild dreams of following endless ridges laced with enticing ribbons of trails 

I would walk on and on diving below the tree line plunging deep into forests of forgetfulness and forgiveness  where nothing matters but the next step

A raven calls

I turn and face the sun

and walk step by step 

 back home

Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.


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4 Comments

  1. The mountains (and John Denver singing about them) drew me west many years ago, and brought me back when it was time to resettle. And I’m never going back…

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    • In all honesty the kids relocating here was the initial draw, the wilderness which still exists makes it more compelling to return. Eventually we have our sights set on retiring here.

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  2. As a flat lander the mountains are fascinating. Although I have visited and enjoyed them immensely, the plains are home to me. We visited Mt. Rainier in early June and the upper areas were still closed due to persistent snows. Sounds like late August is the time to visit!

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  3. beautiful photos. it will be a great place for you to one day hang your hiking hat up in.

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