To the North.
"The mountains are calling, and I must go." ~John Muir
Peeing on the road side
Sleeping in the car
Stretching at gas stations
Soaking up the glacial
air
Coming from the desert
Into a high altitude
breeze.
Going through four states
to find paradise
To take a break from my
weary life
I watch a bear cross the
road
To lounge in the grass
Another munches on flowers
While her cub plays with
flies.
The buffalo slows traffic
To take a carefree stroll
Others lounge by old
faithful to stay warm.
Calves suckling milk from
their mothers.
A place of wonderment
Forgotten by some
But the wise will always
enjoy.
John Muir’s vision
Sprouts in my head
As I walk through the
forest
That will always be my
peace.