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Birdwood Traverse #1

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(personal photos)

I recently hiked Birdwood Traverse with my husband and friends. It is amazing that only 1 1/2 hours from city limits a backcountry experience can be had. This week I am sharing some of the photos we took on this wonderful hike. Over the course of the day we experienced a wide variety of terrain. Alpine meadows were in full bloom. We passed through the territory of a resident grizzly. Many signs of his activity could be seen (such as diggings, and fresh scat) but we did not see the alpine giant. However, a young male moose did greet us as we were parking our truck! I know photos can never quite do justice to actually being there but I hope you enjoy this vicarious trip 🙂

Distant mountains wait
feet take cold water plunge
meadow mud anoints

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Junket

The following poem was inspired by an alliteration challenge shared by Jarrod on Haunted Lullaby.

Magnificent mountain melody,
otherworldly outdoor orchestra.

Rocks raucously rumble round,
sweet sibilant serenade.
Antlers automatically attune.

Turbulent tumbling tympanic trees
wrestle wild white-water.

Bees buzz bristling bears.
Cougar canticle calmly climbs cliffs.
Eagle echoes eerily.

Dancing drumming deer
join jovial jamming junket.

Visceral vibrating vibrato.

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Blue Mountains

When family gathers we disappear.
Your little hand guides me away.

Favorite stories, mixed with
salad bites and crunchy sandwiches,
are shared at the table we
leave behind.

Bug eyed fish gulp surface treats
bubbling past us on our way to
climb blue mountains.

Today the story of you and I
is written on the highest peak,
and carved amongst jewels in
a golden crown drawn in the sand.

Rumbling tummy and thirsty lips
dive us back to our tribe.
Chewing and chatting relatives
toss us a drink and a few
morsels.

Hand in hand,
we walk away again, to explore
enchanted lands on the other
side of the blue mountains.

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Manners

devonian play park
(internet photo)

Little monkey limbs
grasp and hold and climb.
Blue plastic mountains
rise over colorful, recycled
rubber land.

Yellow, green and orange footsteps
sink and rise, spongy elastic
imprints rebound.

Mommas wear flowered tops.
Some have brought books
to the indoor babysitter.
Hands hold Styrofoam cups,
sip drinks from sidelines.

Droopy eyed adults dart in and out
of the romp fest.
Tsks and clucks can be heard
as playtime manners
are taught.