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| a walk |
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| the hike |
Even though we'd already seen a little snow, the four of us left a still green Anchorage last weekend on a dash south to Kenai for a final camping trip. The weather was warmer than expected, no rain, and only the white fluffy clouds competing with the sun. The splendor of the empty world around us that both flew by while seeming to stand motionless through the car windows was unfathomable.
There was the drive, the hike, a fire, a walk, smoky food, sleep, a book, coffee (black) glowing embers, another drive. Another shock of wonder at the vast beauty.
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| the drive |
When we returned to Anchorage, fall had reached the city's trees and it fell, the dry leaves, around our ears and gathered on our things, vying for attention as we unloaded the car. Nevertheless, the trees in this city, dimmed by clouds, cannot compare to the way the sunlight struck the crowns and dripped thickly through the pride and the gold of the arms of the wild Aspen, the Poplar, and the Birch of wild.
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