"The grasses have now dried and turned golden, the air filled with the scents of fall. Eszter stops, "A moose!" Down in the willows along the creek, a single moose munches on the plants. We are far enough away to pleasantly observe the stoic creature in its home, a lovely spot in a high meadow tucked between mountains with no one else around except for us."
"The ridgeline allows a vantage that both inspires and humbles. Looking at the places we've been and the places we've yet to go, the spine of the mountains sharply gives way to the lifelines of rivers and creeks far below. The changes in the topography echo the changes inside of us, nothing in a straight line save for the distant horizon, which isn't straight either, curving ever so slightly out of sight around the earth."
Three friends leave a jeep road and climb an old pack trail above treeline, splitting into different paths until the trail becomes obvious. Golden grasses and the scents of fall fill the air. A single moose feeds in willow thickets beside a creek, observed from a respectful distance in a high meadow. The group gains a ridge and crosses tundra that becomes talus as they climb to the first summit. Conversations wander across life, love, memories, and mundane topics, providing perspective and emotional release. The ridgeline view inspires humility, echoes inner changes, and helps dissolve grudges so the group can return to enjoying the mountains.
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