| they are secrets of the mountains. my senses are tuned to find them. rock carins do not mark their course. they don't need to be carved out of the earth--they are already there. feet of many types naturally find them: sheep, deer, elk, ptarmigan, rabbits, fox, wolves, bobcats, Indians, miners, climbers, and now me. the betraying bead of dirt, sand and gravel dissappears often in grassy meadows and on rocky ridges. here my focus sharpens to pick up subtler clues to the path. I find winding stone staircases, grand grassy bouleveards, and sidewalks up to the sky. |
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