Thursday, March 10, 2011

21st Continued

      As the sun makes its way across the heavens we ride on into the wilderness. Rugged mountain trails lead us up and out of the timber to the rocky crest of the ridge. Periodically we stop to rest the animals, gazing around in wonder my  soul takes in the splendor, reveling in the freedom drinking in the peace and storing it for the long cold months ahead. Removing my camera once again from my pocket I continue to snap pictures attempting to capture a mere glimmer of the beauty before me. Putting my camera away I settle back into the saddle as Badger, my horse; steps out, following the pack train as they make their winding way up the face of ridge.

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