In the remotest places, around every corner, after every ascent and every descent, some new expanse of rock, grass, and water unveiled itself - an unending gift. No small amount of blood, sweat, and yes, tears, were shed in the beholding and traversing of these places. But it is a gift all the same - it is by no means transactional; one barters neither with mountain, nor sun, nor sea.
A few of these places, Glen Golly and Fisherfield Forest (it's only really a "forest" if massive boulders count as trees!) in particular, were so desolate, so unwelcoming, but all the same they leave a tangible imprint on me. It seems there's a chord in us humans that the mysteries of the planet never fail to strike. I'm just glad I didn't break anything this time...
A few of these places, Glen Golly and Fisherfield Forest (it's only really a "forest" if massive boulders count as trees!) in particular, were so desolate, so unwelcoming, but all the same they leave a tangible imprint on me. It seems there's a chord in us humans that the mysteries of the planet never fail to strike. I'm just glad I didn't break anything this time...
