Growing up in paradise.
I love where I live. Truly love and adore. Just at work thursday I worked right next to a mother and two baby deer, who both still had their bambi spots. And later that day I watched a mother moose and her baby born in April cool down in the river I was working next to. Just a few yards away from them, I watched the baby boy head butt the trees, jump around and chase geese and magpies. I watched the frightened mom run around, confused and trying to control her baby. I swear when she jumped, the ground shook. Even later that same day I saw a coyote and heard a pack of them yelping in the morning the day before.
Friday I worked in the mountains at eye level with red tail hawks, osprey, and eagles.
Today I got to hike up to the top of the mountain I’ve been skiing for more years than I can believe. 4,000 vertical feet from the valley floor to the summit at 10,450 feet with a stunning view of the valley, surrounding mountains and the peak of the grand tetons sticking higher than any of the others in the range. On the way I saw more wildflowers than most can imagine, a moose, porcupine, dozens of marmots and pikas, and experienced the livelihood of the mountain I have really only experienced in the dead of winter.
There is something special about kneeling next to a glacial stream on the mountain you adore, putting a filter in it and drinking the fresh mountain water. The mountains sustain me. My soul, my health, my well being. It was wonderful.
To the mountain— Namasté.
