This little mountain was all I wanted to conquer on my last climb of my original 50. I thought It might be nice to take a break from it and just enjoy the view…..
9:44 Parking lot of Mt. Norquay. Go’in to Stoney Squaw Mountain. I’m on vacation from my vocation, it’s
How awe ya FIVE OOOHHH…!
Had a depressing time lately, a real roller coaster.
Heart: I know a little song, if you like I can sing it for you, it’s called Daisy!….
…….Yes Pal………… I’d like to hear it…
please sing it for me……
Daisy,.. give me your answer do… I’m half crazy, all for
the love of you.It won’t be a
stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage….But woshe
11:50 Back at my V.W. Rabbit a.k.a. “Death Car”.
Well that went off with out a hitch. Par for the course!
5:41 Back in Caly, just got out of the shower, it all seems so familiar.
11:47 PM Oct18/2001: I remember the looking across at Cascade Mountain, one of the most beautiful mountains I’d ever seen. It was quiet, calm, and windless; only the murmur of a distant train could be heard.
I was with Stoney Squaw Mountain, was all alone, and central to the valley and the world as a whole.
Looking down the northeast face of Stoney Squaw and across at Cascade Mountain will be etched in my mind forever. Goodbye until next
summer my mountain.
I love you.
There are you searching for me, friend? Look! Here am I right within you. Not in temple, nor in mosque, not in Kaaba nor Kailas, but here right within you am I.
Hindu Philosopher 1400-1499,
The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the aspect of a guide or genius; for it commonly operates revolutions in our way of life, terminates an epoch of infancy or of youth which was waiting to be closed, breaks up a wonted occupation, or a household, or style of living, and allows the formation of new ones more friendly to the growth of character.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
1803-1882, American Poet, Essayist