Call of The Mountains

A crisp August morning;
Wispy clouds, warm sunshine;
Unknown places; anxious faces,
Young and old on a Wilderness Trek




March along dusty trails;
Stumbling across ancient stones
Strewn randomly from Volcanoes
Drawn from the bowels of the Earth
in another time.



Heavy packs strain backs; a reminder of burden,
Grow heavier in thin mountain air.
Cool water, a gift for a thirsty soul
Abundantly flowing from melting snow.





Wildflowers, tamed by God
Adorn His creation in garden-like fields.








Snowfields, a reminder of winter
Paint barren mountains with color.



A quenching rain
Dampens all but spirits,
Giving birth to anticipation
Of warmth and hot food.

Smoking fires warm huddled bodies
And spark laughter in the evening chill.


Vistas from Mountain Perches;






Standing room only


to witness morning's


creation.




High camps offer front row seating
For Meteor showers in star filled skies.




Golden sunsets settle upon mountain tops
As God displays His handiwork.


















In August, a smoking volcano, St Helens....

In October, the people are gone;
Campsite fires have been quenched
With a new blanket of snow
Welcoming the coming of Winter.

The beautiful, ever changing, Goat Rocks Wilderness, in the southern Washington Cascade Mountain Range is one of my favorite places to go.