The road taken was 210 miles of the John Muir Trail last July. Each step gave fresh glimpses of beauty.
While struggling up a mountain ridge, a burst of aroma passed over me from sky pilot flowers on a granite face next to the trail.
This sweet breeze renewed my strength and quickened my step. The memory of those surprising sky pilots were pressed deep into my memory so that they still overtake me at unexpected times as unexpected gifts.
There is nothing better than a sensory memory like that! Your photos are wonderful
This is just lovely! I’m going to link so my readers can enjoy your post too.
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Lovely shot. I can almost feel the fresh air on my face!
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Those flowers are beautiful.
Gorgeous! The high Sierra is full of wonderful surprises!