Brilliant rays of light peeking over the canyon wall. Towering spruce trees filtering the glow, casting splotchy shadows. Jolting awake, feeling refreshed, ready to meet the day. Undergoing the shocking sleeping bag to clothes transition. Then dawning the oversized smoke filled sweatshirt. A shockwave of cold, crisp air bursts through the open tent, closely followed by the sun’s warmth.
Scrambling down a densely forested river bank, slowly making my way towards a freezing mountain stream, littered with boulders, logs, and smooth sandstone shoots. Picking my way across the debris strewn water, I occasionally receive a frigid splash. Finally arriving at a place of solitude, located on a rivers bend. Isolated from the outside world, forever hidden, forever special.
Fischer Hazen
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