Lucky number 7 eh?
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.
Lac Des Arcs from the first of three summits
Doorjamb Mountain and Loder Peak are in the background
The Western Tanager is in this picture somewhere on a green bough; just a blip.
I need zoom!
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?
If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.
Sayings of Chinese Origin
As 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
1735-1826, Second President of the USA
To 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
Don'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.
1875-1950, American Journalist