There is fire
Where this is fire
There is ash
Where there is ash
There is growth
Where there is growth
There is hope
Where there is hope
There is Love & COMPASSION
As darkness gave way to dawn, my camping vehicle headed south. The San Juan Mountains were calling upon my name!! They Held The Vision Quest
The Boy Dog & I meandered our way south many a times during his birthday month of August. His two favorite areas were those San Juan Mountains and that aggressive little ski town of Crested Butte. Actually, he loved any single track with a trickle of spring water descending near by.
Our thin horned moon guided me south towards the monolith formations provided by the pronounced San Juan Range. The adventure was much needed as my raspy throat has suffered enough by the amount of smoked filled layered days. The smoke was been prevalent all August long, having succumb accustomed to it just as if we were the back seat children of smoking parents from the 1970's. And if those Californians would have just raked their forest floors, No Fires. The Donald Knows
I was definitely amazed by the amount of out of state license plates scatter along the dirt roads and cluttering up the campsite areas. Not complaining but noticeably not feeling alone. However, nobody was hiking the early morning goodness. Or maybe they were oblivious to the threatening afternoon lightning storm possibilities. Who Knows??? But I was pleased to hike along in my own world of make believe. Just Me & The Vividly Gorgeous Wildflowers
And there it is, Mt Sneffels. Sitting at a mind clearing elevation of 14,185ft /4315m. My third eye still allows me to visualize that 100 pound black and white Boy Dog dancing along this ridge line ahead. Shadow Boy hovered around the 94-97 pound range, max weight was 116/52.6kg, and graciously took that orange shoot of death at a skinny 76 pounds. Phuc I Miss That Boy
Enlightenment!! That was the rush of endorphins as I stood so mightily above the hanging valleys below. Free to do, Free to be, and Free to be better than I was before I started up this sucker. This photo is looking due east towards Colorado Springs were a tasty Red Leg IPA awaits my dry mouth.
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