JOHNSON PASS
So, I'm headed to Johnson Pass but very unsure of
the weather. Days such as these, you never know what
to bring : Spring jacket, sweater or two, something to wear
in the rain? I never usually bother, my clothes are all the same.
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It's not like I care for appearances anyway now : walking these
rocky paths, some awesome Bear Mountain ridge stretched out
before me, I'll be like a little man dangling from a hope. A very
modest vista stretched out front. Other people walking everywhere.
Kids are among the worst companions - noise, no concentration,
wanting fun and getting everything just plain wrong. A jet stream
overhead, the pattern of a plane, they'd care for less, if it came.
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This is that earliest part of a season of discovery. I go places,
I set things down. I sit and watch. Everything, they say,
happens for a reason. But even at Johnson Pass?
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