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A road winds itself along a baking mountainside
A diminutive car labors up into the great range
Occasionally tiny villages pass by
Each a testament to the determination of humanity
A small reservoir lies below the camp
Its shores washed by the wind’s waves
Cold mountain nights follow long hot afternoons
Hiking through scents of lodgepole and juniper
Wading through cool highland streams
On round rock stepping stones in a mossy river
Telling stories around the evening fire
With the stars winking like fireflies
Infinity seems so close from here
One mountain summer in the High Sierra