Stoney Squaw Mountain

 Posted by on October 17, 2001  Banff National Park  Add comments
Oct 172001
 

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…!

Tim:
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!….
Tim:
…….Yes Pal………… I’d like to hear it…
please sing it for me……

Heart: THUMP…THUMP…
Heart: BEAT…THUMP…THUMP
Heart: Daisy,
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
drog golf…….drooo..

 

Hummm! When I first found this website I thought.., someone’s thinking like me! Now after closer examination I will confess that although it’s compelling, I reserve judgment as to whether I endorse their ideas or not.

Hummm! When I first found this website I thought.., someone’s thinking like me! Now after closer examination I will confess that although it’s compelling, I reserve judgment as to whether I endorse their ideas or not.

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.

It felt like the best Christmas ever

It felt like the best Christmas ever

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.

The End

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.

Kabir
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

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