Because I'm a poet, a few lines from a poem I wrote on this trip that fits here:
There’s a fettered absence
Of sleepiness
And of time
Only shadowy curtains
Opening into forests and mountains
layered line over line
Stories:
www.cascadecrusades.org
Images:
www.alpinestateofmind.com
and poetry ;-)
www.cascadepoet.blogspot.com 