hiking2christ

 The west is flaming in gold and purple, ready for the ceremony of the sunset, and back I go to camp with my notes and pictures, the best of them printed in my mind as dreams. A fruitful day, without measured beginning or ending. A terrestrial eternity. A gift of good God. – P177

-My First Summer in the Sierra (1911)

–blog.travelpod.com/travel-photo/windyriver/2/1278798007/sunset-over-the-sierras-at-10-500-ft.jpg/tpod.html