Avalanche lake

We hiked in from the Loj parking lot. The trail was well-packed and the sky was blue, despite an overcast forecast. I really love the combination of snow-covered pine branches, birch trees and blue sky. The combination of colors, lines and shapes is quite pleasing to the eye.

Marcy Dam was still and quiet. Clouds and snow rolled off the summit of Mount Colden, a wintry eruption. Thought about Wesley as we passed the spot where Josh, Jeanette and I saw his jacket that fall. Thought about the time we camped on the Island in Marcy Brook as we passed that spot. Flooded with emotions and memories.

Felt the massive forces of the earth while walking through Avalanche Pass. Gravity, slope, friction, holding on, clinging and letting go. The place vibrates in a deeply elemental way.

A number of factors drive us to go to these places. The desire for novel experiences, to be places most don't go. To push ourselves. See how high and how far before we quit, we don't want it anymore. To get away. To get away from all that is too complicated and disordered in this structure, this civilization! Get closer. Get closer to the creation, the creator, the forces that bind the universe and keep it moving. In this place, these still and silent places, we contemplate these things, often without realizing.

This is a holy place. Throughout your life you will find holy places. They just feel right. Both man-made and natural. It feels right, it looks right, it inspires you. You must return! A pilgrimage...bring offerings!

You leave chanting and hooting nonsense prayers, unable to quantify the feeling, the experience but knowing that it is good and right. We left the wilderness that day full and solid.

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Home is where I want to be

Pick me up and turn me round

I feel numb - born with a weak heart(So I) guess I must be having fun

The less we say about it the better

Make it up as we go along

Feet on the ground

Head in the sky

It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time

Hi yo you got light in your eyes

And you're standing here beside me

I love the passing of time

Never for money, Always for love

Cover up say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be

But I guess I'm already there

I come home she lifted up her wings

Guess that this must be the place

I can't tell one from another

Did I find you, or you find me?

There was a time Before we were born

If someone asks, this is where I'll be . . . where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out

Hi yo sing into my mouth

Out of all those kinds of peopleYou got a face with a view

I'm just an animal looking for a home

Share the same space for a minute or two

And you love me till my heart stops

Love me till I'm dead

Eyes that light up, eyes look through you

Cover up the blank spots

Hit me on the head Ah ooh

-Talking Heads

Naive Melody (This must be the place)