Wunderfalls

Current mood: shock and awe

Pictures can't really capture the feeling of traipsing through the forest on a dewy, late May morning, bathed in mellow sunshine, breathing in the clear, blue everything...

There's a crick in my neck as I strain to catch a glimpse of the climbers who dare (exult!) to scale the granite crags...

There's a bound in my step as I powerhike my way through the six recommended wonders doable in the eight short hours I have till my redeye...

There are bruises on my knees from falling repeatedly because d*mn, I am no good at hiking while always looking up...

It's one of those, all too few, unbearable lightness of being-, of being whole-, of being wholly awed by the insignificance of self-, days. Words like grandeur, majesty, sheer cliffs, and glory (as in, is a choir of angels actually singing behind me? 'Cause I can almost hear them!), can all be felt to the marrow when you're actually standing in a surreal panorama.

Oh, and I saw a coyote. A big one! (No picture, since I wasn't expecting to see a coyote trotting boldly alongside my car, begging for food.)