with two days left here
i was hoping to share this
forest walk; paddle
my trip isn’t hers
(i’m trying to make it mine)
the one sunny day
she briefly emerged
to shop and model by bay
at least i have that
Seward loves murals
though they’re few and far apart
capturing life here
the hike from hell wins
first with a grizzly loping
(who turned into woods)
then the sunrise view
of the flawless Lake Kathleen
before the ascent
the cloud at the peak?
kind of ruined my dream view
until the descent
the descent from hell
with steep scree the whole way down
even dog is stressed
how to recover?
book hotel three hours down
this horrible road
twelve hours feels short
with this hot springs in the mix
five-dollar heaven
driving Canada?
getting gas is exhausting
perfection elsewhere
glacial blue-gray lakes
mountains shrouded in dawn’s mist
so many rivers
the Al-Can delights
with curves, trees, hills, and mountains
to aid a long day
puppy is tired
yet he lives for where we are
so he truly lives
rainy morning walk
in this lushly green forest
boggy, soggy moss
an afternoon soak
in these hot springs mountains
to stave off the chill
on the best drive home
we saw a family of sheep
we saw views going blue
quick grocery run
reorganizing our camp
dawn: ready to roll
a glass reflection
to start Canada travels
cold, bright, beautiful
Banff captures the crowds
who come to see Lake Louise
with its glacial blue
pup’s living the life
that most dogs only dream of
lake dips and air licks
ten thousand miles
begins before the sunrise
red, ready for us
two and a half states
bring us mountains, skies, and lakes
blue, gold, crimson calm
life isn’t parking—
adapting to site unseen
from a computer
but look at this lake
and this brown-eyed, sleepy pup
Montana, my heart
ten thousand miles
begins before the sunrise
red, ready for us
two and a half states
bring us mountains, skies, and lakes
blue, gold, crimson calm
life isn’t parking—
adapting to site unseen
from a computer
bug look at this lake
and this brown-eyed, sleepy pup
Montana, my heart
bluebird mountain day
catching the golden aspens
before they burn bare
i know how they feel
trapped outside with no control
over their own fate
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