Moonrise

Most my trips begin at trailheads with other vehicles and for some time, even follow beaten paths with other travelers. But eventually, there comes a time to leave the trail and take off into the wilds to choose your own adventure. The going gets good as you shoot between trees, slap aside branches, balance over wobbly rocks, and trudge through mud and snow in search of the "best way to get there". If there is one. I find great joy knowing I must be touching ground where no one else as laid a foot upon. This is a good thing because it is wise that the emotional mass of the journey matches or exceeds the reward of the destination. Or so wiser men than I have written. After getting lost a few times, and subsequently found, the Destination is usually reached. However, you must sit and wait for some time. And if you are fortunate, something beautiful appears. And everything rests as the peace of the moment flows into your heart. Then you eat. And so it was, at Pinnacle Pool, it's still waters resting to greet the rising moon, on a sweet September day in the Never Summer Mountains of RMNP.