It’s early morning and the sun has not quite peeked over the nearby ridge. The air is still chilly but the sun will soon
remedy that. It is quiet except for the
rush of the Salmon River below me and the songs of the birds in the trees above me.
I have been waiting for this—the chance to escape to the
mountains. A change of scenery is always
good but I find a type of renewal up here that I find nowhere else. From the majestic peaks and amazing rock formations
to the tiniest, most delicate flower in an alpine meadow, this beautiful
country leaves me in awe.
And here comes the sun! Time for
breakfast.
Written on 7/18/2014
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