Excited to breathe the mountain air.
Longing to feel it in my lungs.
Brown rough gravel alive beneath my boots.
As I press on, upwards.

Canopy of trees, broken by the sky.
Moist with morning dew.
Moss clinging to the trees.
This, is life giving life.

Following the trail of the river.
The cold lake water, chills you to the bone.
And drying in the son warms the soul.
Love gaining elevation.

Toes hurt from a steep descalation.
But the sight all change in the other direction.
Making hindsight moot.
Though still taking it on the long ride home.