  Top: Looking towards Cascade Mountain after shopping for bobbles Stoney Squaw is the treed summit to the left of Cascade Bottom: Stoney Squaw Mountain summit |
This little mountain was all I wanted to conquer on my last climb of my original 50. I thought It might be nice to take a break from it and just enjoy the view.....
9:44 Parking lot of
Mt. Norquay. Go'in to Stoney Squaw Mountain. I'm on vacation from my vocation, it's
How awe ya FIVE OOOHHH...!
Tim:
Had a depressing time lately, a real roller coaster.
Heart: I know a
little song, if you like I can sing it for you, it's called Daisy!....
Tim:
.......Yes Pal............ I'd like to hear it...
please sing it for me......
| Heart: | THUMP...THUMP... | |
| Heart: | BEAT...THUMP...THUMP | |
| Heart: | Daisy,
Daisy,.. give me your answer do... I'm half crazy, all for
the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage.... But woshe drog golf.......drooo..
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11:50 Back at my V.W. Rabbit a.k.a. "Death Car".
Well that went off with out a hitch. Par for the course!
5:41 Back in Caly, just got out of the shower, it all seems so familiar.
11:47 PM Oct18/2001: I remember the looking across at Cascade Mountain, one of the most beautiful mountains I'd ever seen. It was quiet, calm, and windless; only the murmur of a distant train could be heard.
I was with Stoney Squaw Mountain, was all alone, and central to the valley and the world as a whole.
Looking down the northeast face of Stoney Squaw and across at Cascade Mountain will be etched in my mind forever. Goodbye until next summer my mountain.
I love you.
The End
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There are you searching for me, friend? Look! Here am I right within you. Not in temple, nor in mosque, not in Kaaba nor Kailas, but here right within you am I.
1400-1499, Hindu Philosopher
The death of a dear friend, wife, brother, lover, which seemed nothing but privation, somewhat later assumes the aspect of a guide or genius; for it commonly operates revolutions in our way of life, terminates an epoch of infancy or of youth which was waiting to be closed, breaks up a wonted occupation, or a household, or style of living, and allows the formation of new ones more friendly to the growth of character.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
1803-1882, American Poet, Essayist
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