Whiteface

Who knew? Who knew that a lonely prominent chunk of Earth, of bare rock, dirt, snow, trees, and grass, high up in the clouds, could demand so much human respect? Who knew?


Who knew? Who knew that one day She would earn a name? Who knew that She would cause a human being to toil for hours, to lose sleep, to sacrifice relationships, JUST to stand on top of Her (multiple times) as a champion of a foot race? Who knew?

Who knew? Does She care? Nope. A trip, a fall, a bloody gash, screaming calves, shredding quads, hallucinations, She still doesn’t care.


There She stands, unwavering, unfazed, relentless…moody, yet unchanging. Alone in Her thoughts, in Her mind, seldom sharing with her neighbors Esther and Moose.

Barely noticing hundreds of stomping feet on Her east face, She offers Pain and Prize, yet holds no grudges and deals no judgement.


Who knew? Who knew I would be up late on a Saturday night writing an ode of respect to a…Mountain?


Yep. I’ll know.

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