Lodestar

Can you love a place as much as another? Can you love a time as much as a place?

Beautiful baby bunnies...Stella by the shower drain as a puppy...green tops, twisted earrings and sunglasses pushed up on the forehead...

Samuel Glacier, mountain bikes, and heavy packs...wind-whipped tarps, dirty dogs, driving rain, and the laughter...of missing her...the insecurity of early days and missing her...

laughing because of it all...I am living this for others who would want to...and for me...for others who cannot...and for me...she is SO happy...to dance with green sweeping undulations, heavy misted ground-covered soft pleasures...

let's set up here, and eat...and sleep, and watch for breaks in the weather or not...pedal power---the absloute DEEP inner joy of physical exertion mingling with outdoor beauty, and beautiful souls...shared joys...common ground...

this is our common ground...shred it...worship it...kiss it with hiking boot rubber...kiss it with rolling, gripping tire...whip through trees and sing silent songs of desperate love for this northern dry silty earth...they are not white birches, they are trembling aspen...grey moutain, bald like a corpses skull, boogaloo, my trail, el camino, broken truck, ride on...