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30 November ~2009
Early December is when I always take stock of the adventures me and the dogs had the last season, and the indescribable beauty and mystery we experienced.
I regard one of the greatest blessings of my life is the ability to be at ease when night falls on a mountain wilderness, to be rested and alert when the golden light colors the mountain peaks. John Muir called it washing your spirit clean. It is a a way to reconnect with what is authentic in life.
And I have three kindred spirits who share it with me.
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Once in a while you find a place on earth that becomes your very own. A place undefined. Waiting for you to bring your color, your self. A place untouched, unspoiled, undeveloped. Raw, honest, and haunting. No one, nothing is telling you how to feel or who to be. Let the mountains have you for a day…
-Sundance