Cascade Pass

The Bare Arms of Trees (John Tagliabue)

Sometimes when I see the bare arms of trees in the evening
I think of men who have died without love,
Of desolation and space between branch and branch,
I think of immovable whiteness and lean coldness and fear
And the terrible longing between people stretched apart as these branches
And the cold space between.

I think of the vastness and courage between this step and that step
Of the yearning and fear of the meeting, of the terrible desire held apart.
I think of the ocean of longing that moves between land and land
And between people, the space and ocean.

The bare arms of trees are immovable, without the play of leaves, without the sound of wind.
I think of the unseen love and the unknown thoughts that exist between tree and tree
As I pass these things in the evening, I walk.

Patricia and Nina and Beth

I did not like this part! Walking over this narrow flattened section of loose rock made me nervous, but obviously, I'm no worse for it. Let's go again!

The photo above was taken from nearly the bottom of the trail. The dip in the peak is where we were! Not such a good photo, I guess you had to be there!! it was 7.5 miles there and back and elevation gain of 1700 feet, elevation 5400 feet.

Almost home, driving under a full moon.