West
of Rustic, Colorado
Go Tell
It On The Mountain
There
is a haunting sound to the wind as it whistles through the needles of the
jackpines. Upon hearing the sound, I feel safe. I’m in nature and that is
comforting.
It is
a gradual, incremental climb to reach the summit of the mountain I’m ascending
via highway. The air I breathe is thinning out. That’s because of the
increasing altitude.
I
took two naps as I made my way up to the parking position. It was sublime sleeping
amidst the trees, after kicking off my shoes and reclining on the ground. I was
without water for hours and so a patch of snow nearby took care of hydration.
Yes,
it is definitely cooler in the heights of the mountains, with periodic strong
currents of air whipping through. The weather is deceptive. The wind is strong
and dry but the sun is also strong.
Fortunately
for me, Brian and Amy from Fort Collins, spotted me yesterday and then again
today as I passed by their cottage. The couple eventually came around by car.
Brian
asked, “Can we talk?”
“Sure.”
The
couple jokingly admitted to “monk hunting” and once they found me they gifted me
with water, grapes and a granola bar. That was sweet. I hope to meet them
again.
I
also want to thank the hosts of an evening program from the night before.
Thanks to Sanatan Priya for sponsoring a room for us for a week.
May
the Source be with you!
20
miles
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