what i always dreamed
is in this tent, this weekend;
but with all of us

if i could be here
on this mountaintop puddle
when i die? i’d live.

a hike in haikus:
rain didn’t ruin our day
nothing but rest; joy

a five-moose weekend
as rare as a whine-free hike
(i just needed one)

golden aspen view
with my daughter and puppy:
Labor Day of love