I’ve been thinking of the mountains and 4,000 footers. After spending the weekend in a resort town I’m missing my Colorado mountains. Not missing them in the sense I want to live there, just missing being surrounded by them and the wilderness.
The cure of the longing is to just head north this weekend and do a hike. I’ve been planning and to-do’ing forever and just haven’t done it. I think the Flume is calling me for a hike tomorrow.
As I piece together all my life’s journals I see notes and thoughts about mountains. Here’s a note and quote from my 2010 journal when I was living in Colorado and working on my book:
Annie Dillard – Pulitzer Prize winning author
I’m reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. I’ve never been able to get very far reading this book. I’ve owned it for over 10 years. But for some reason, unknown at the moment, the first three pages brought me into the story. Maybe it’s the changes in my life that brought me to it at this moment.
I live by a creek, Tinker Creek, in a valley in Virginia’s Blue Ridge. I think of this house clamped to the side of Tinker Creek as an anchor-hold. It holds me at anchor to the rock bottom of the creek itself and it keeps me steadied in the current, as a sea anchor does. It’s a good place to live; there’s a lot to think about. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded, and not throw it back as some creeks will. The creeks are the world with all its stimulus and beauty; I live there. But the mountains are home.
This is how I feel about living here, in my tiny condo on the hill. It’s a good place to live and there’s time to think. The mountains are home, my chosen home. And it is good.
It was an exquisite day, it was one of those days so clear, so still, so silent you almost feel the earth itself has stopped in astonishment of its own beauty.
Ever have one of those days when everything is so beautiful and quiet?
The Katherine Mansfield Notebooks
Today began with a hike to the top of Mount Cardigan at 3,155 feet.
I met a woman, and her dog, who is an ultra runner and former Ironman athlete. I love it when you meet your people. It doesn’t happen much for me but when you do, you learn so much. I didn’t snap a photo of her but I hope to see her on the trail again.
Here is the top – the view was great, a little hazy in the distance but after all the rains the last few days it’s understandable. The streams were running throughout the hike; it was glorious.
And as I made my way down the slabs of rock and into the forest, the streams were so cool and nice!
Once I got home it was a hot, 90 degrees in Concord so I took the Winnie-dog to the Merrimack River (Sorry, no pics).
It was a good day to be a New Hampshire resident. #hikeNH #swimNH
Today I hiked to Mount Sunapee, first time hike. The Andrew Brook Trail was beautiful and while the brook was dry in many places there was still a bit of water. Solitude Lake was beautiful; filled with lily pads and frogs. A few dogs on the trail found the water to their liking.
I love trail junctions and signs so I took a lot of photos of them.
I’ll bring Winnie on this hike once it’s a little cooler.
The peak was filled with people doing yoga. Great views from the top on this gorgeous day. Tomorrow….. Mount Cardigan.
Reading the headlines today and saw this: [screenshot]
Where was I on Saturday morning? School Street is right next to my street.
An excellent article by David Brooks at the Concord Monitor said that more sighting of bears in Concord has been the norm but no human interaction. Thank goodness. “Eventually the ursine family wandered off, presumably into the nearby woods behind Concord Hospital.” Just where I love to run. See post where I ran into most likely that same ursine family.