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Mist on the Hillside

Elk Garden

Yellow the bracken,
Golden the sheaves,

Yellow the Bracken

Rosy the apples,
Crimson the leaves,


Mist on the hillside,
Clouds grey and white,

The Saddle

Autumn, good morning!
Summer, good night!


On the trail

I love that verse.  It comes to mind often this time of year, when green things start to become weary and apple trees hang heavy with fruit.  I was feeling thoughtful this week, so I went to my Thinking Place, or one of them.  Sharing Elk Garden with my favorite people has been something that I've done for over twenty years now.  My life has unfolded on this windswept hillside and there are so many memories that I am trying to recall as I look at these pictures.  We're continuing with our forest kindergarten, of sorts, and doing our best to get out to open, scenic places at least once a week.  Blackberries along the trail are pretty good motivation for all involved, especially those wary of cows.

The Passenger

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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