 Heart
Mountain - Canadian Rockies
Lucky number 7 eh?
Hummm?
This was my third
time to the summit of Heart Mountain. The day was overcast but the
temperature fine.
After the first
summit I noticed a little scarlet headed singing bird propped on a
green bough and singing a song. I believe it was a Western Tanager,
and it allowed us to watch from close range for a few minutes.
On the way down I
laid upon a rocky slab. I glanced over at my friend.
She was laying there
peacefully on the slab two meters away, her eyes closed. She seemed
to have a concerned countenance but was otherwise silent and
restful. Looking back to the summit I could see the party of two
that we passed on the way up, scampering along the ridge.
I have been up to the
top of this popular little mountain twice before in previous years.
On the first expedition I expeditiously dropped off the ridge into
the intervening valley before reaching the third summit. That was a
big mistake!
The valley is a
tangle of trees, living and dead, as well as boulder fields, and
steep, slippery, mossy logs. Not an easy way out.
The
second time was the first time I competed the ridge proper. On the
way down you may get a visit from the resident marmot near the rocky
gully.
If you
see him, say Tim says hello for me won't you?
 f I keep a green bough in my
heart, the singing bird will come.
Chinese Proverb
Sayings of Chinese Origin
 s much as I converse with sages
and heroes, they have very little of my love and admiration. I
long for rural and domestic scene, for the warbling of birds and
the prattling of my children
John
Adams
1735-1826, Second President of the USA
 o live content with small means;
to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than
fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to
study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to
stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all
cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a
word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up
through the common. This is to be my symphony.
William Henry Channing
1810-1884, American Writer
 on't waste time trying to break a
man's heart; be satisfied if you can just manage to chip it in a
brand new place.
Helen
Rowland
1875-1950, American Journalist
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+ Tim L. Helmer
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