The crispness of Autumn morning erased inch by red inch.
The rolling heat of new sun pushing down walls, through cottenwoods and sage.
Touching frosty tents, raising battered warriors.
Lick the grit off my teeth, savor the simple taste of earth.
Shoulder a pack and laugh with friends.
Find flow in in easy movement.
Seek limits in unforgiving fissures.
Do or fly.
Infinite walls march into hues of setting sun.
A steep descent to sandy dinner, fire light on smiling faces.
Watch out for The Judge (5.12a)
*On my trip to the Southwest, I enjoyed four, fun filled days at the creek with friends. What a special place!