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All day the boulders were on my mind. The forces of magma 700 million years ago that threw these rocks as big as houses all around me pushed by ice and snow, slowly, oh so slowly turning into this soft silky pumice sand that now forms a path for my feet. Here I am this creature wandering this immense nature with only a few basics to protect me from elements so much bigger than me.
Every day the hard work of another high pass to climb taunts me, brings out the forces in me that do battle and throw rocks in my mind. It will be awhile before I will earn the soft sand of transformation on this journey.
Sorry no pictures, not enough bandwith in this location.