First Love
McClure Meadow, Evolution Valley.
First time I saw this scene, it changed my life. My brother and I first walked the JMT in 13 in memory of our middle brother. Half way down the trail and I could have just called it a life experience and never done it again. When I first came upon this scene I literally dropped to the ground. Even today I am drawn to its presence as if by command. Probably the same inexplicable oceanic feeling and belief generation that evaded Freud in Civilization and Its Discontents . And I guess for me, it is that instinctive spiritual feeling, quite visceral, that keeps calling me, come back.
The second time I experienced this feeling was my approach to Grey Pass, on the SHR, sealed the deal. The view of the Palisades sent a shock down my spine and froze me in my tracks. The feeling in my soul, like for a moment, I'd found the answer to all the greater questions in life.
I'll keep coming back until these bones and muscles force me to ride a horse, and even after then I believe I'll be spending eternity here. Kings Canon is my heaven.
The scene just composed itself, the monkey pushed the button.
Update: After 3 years of being drawn to this photo, and looking with tears dropping, I've noticed some trail angels were looking on, see notes on photo. I've now thought about Joe and Marion's adventures between this ridge and the great divide, specifically Lake Basin where Marion has a name sake lake. I need to go to Marion Lake. Twice I've set out for that very location and twice I've been stopped in my or my brother's tracks. Quite often your soul diverts you away from power points where you have a learning lesson, for which you are not ready. First time I felt I had run out of food and needed to return. Second time it was my brother's insatiable desire for an In-And-Out Burger, I kid you not, and he got very angry and insisted we turn around. I've learned in my life that when irrational displays come out of nowhere from normally rational people, you listen. So we turned around. Question is, is it a good point or bad point. My strong sense, both times, was a feeling of diversion and not avoidance. Could be I wasn't ready for that lesson. Twice in my life, I've finally overcome and challenged these feelings, both times the experiences were doorways I needed to step through to get to where I am today. Good or bad, these can be very powerful spots. Because of these past experiences, I can't imagine what my life would have been like if I hadn't stepped through those doors. Funny thing is, upon passing through the door you are shown the next blaze. You better remember what the question was.
Or I could have been experiencing altitude sickness and deliriums.
First Love
McClure Meadow, Evolution Valley.
First time I saw this scene, it changed my life. My brother and I first walked the JMT in 13 in memory of our middle brother. Half way down the trail and I could have just called it a life experience and never done it again. When I first came upon this scene I literally dropped to the ground. Even today I am drawn to its presence as if by command. Probably the same inexplicable oceanic feeling and belief generation that evaded Freud in Civilization and Its Discontents . And I guess for me, it is that instinctive spiritual feeling, quite visceral, that keeps calling me, come back.
The second time I experienced this feeling was my approach to Grey Pass, on the SHR, sealed the deal. The view of the Palisades sent a shock down my spine and froze me in my tracks. The feeling in my soul, like for a moment, I'd found the answer to all the greater questions in life.
I'll keep coming back until these bones and muscles force me to ride a horse, and even after then I believe I'll be spending eternity here. Kings Canon is my heaven.
The scene just composed itself, the monkey pushed the button.
Update: After 3 years of being drawn to this photo, and looking with tears dropping, I've noticed some trail angels were looking on, see notes on photo. I've now thought about Joe and Marion's adventures between this ridge and the great divide, specifically Lake Basin where Marion has a name sake lake. I need to go to Marion Lake. Twice I've set out for that very location and twice I've been stopped in my or my brother's tracks. Quite often your soul diverts you away from power points where you have a learning lesson, for which you are not ready. First time I felt I had run out of food and needed to return. Second time it was my brother's insatiable desire for an In-And-Out Burger, I kid you not, and he got very angry and insisted we turn around. I've learned in my life that when irrational displays come out of nowhere from normally rational people, you listen. So we turned around. Question is, is it a good point or bad point. My strong sense, both times, was a feeling of diversion and not avoidance. Could be I wasn't ready for that lesson. Twice in my life, I've finally overcome and challenged these feelings, both times the experiences were doorways I needed to step through to get to where I am today. Good or bad, these can be very powerful spots. Because of these past experiences, I can't imagine what my life would have been like if I hadn't stepped through those doors. Funny thing is, upon passing through the door you are shown the next blaze. You better remember what the question was.
Or I could have been experiencing altitude sickness and deliriums.