High Mountain Musing

Hey Gin,
thanx for your comment on my blog via Juli’s blog.
I have added you to my blog as a link because I like your blog and your honestness and love for horses & camping.
I have a dear friend who’s son is a Horse-backpacking quide up in the mountains near Yosemite in California. He is seriously thinking of giving it up, as much as he loves it, but fewer & fewer people are backpacking in and it doesn’t pay well when you aren’t working. Shawn lives, breathes horses and loves to pack in and camp with his horse. Sort of a dying breed.
Blessings to you and your family.
katmom~gracie

Hi Katmom/Gracie -
Thank you!!! I’m just starting up here, and definately not sure how to find more folks who actually might enjoy reading these musings. It’s really quite amazing to me to be able to reach out and find such a sense of community over the internet. I would love to be in touch with your friend in Yosemite, if you some day could write him and give him my address.
Please keep in touch, and I sincerely hope you enjoy some of this site!
Blessings to you and your family as well,
Gin

I want to respond to the beauty of this but I am left speechless. Thank you.

THE WAY YOU WRITE SHOWS YOU ARE AT PEACE WITH YOURSELF AND THE WORLD .IT IS A RARE AND PRECIOUS THING MOST WILL NEVER KNOW BUT THROUGH YOUR WRITES AND POEMS THEY MAY GET TO KNOW YOUR FEELINGS AND IT MAY INTER INTO THERE LIVES EVEN IN THE CITY . SITTING IN A QUIET ROOM READING YOUR ARTICLES GIVES ME A FEELING OF PEACE I HAVE LONG FORGOTTEN . KEEP UP YOUR WRITINGS THEY WILL HELP A LOT OF PEOPLE COPE EVEN IF IT IS IN DREAMS OF THE WAY IT COULD BE .

Don, thank you, so sincerely. I could not ask to hear a nicer or more important comment. Thank you…

Gin….the thoughts expressed in this poem remind me of the way I used to feel when I was a young girl living at home. I was raised in the backwoods, and had little to do with the people in the small town about a mile away. Because of that, I was sort of rejected by the kids my own age that lived there. I didn’t know the latest clothing style or jargon. But gradually, I found I didn’t CARE to know.
I spent hours and hours on the mountain behind my home…just rambling and sitting and thinking. The woods became my best friend. It neither ridiculed nor judged, and was always there to encourage a clean mind and heart.
Perhaps that sounds a little “far out there,” but I turned out well-adjusted after all, and I attribute that to the time I spent while young, with my “best friend.”
Thanks for calling that back for me.
Elaine in Cypress, CA

Elaine, thanks for sharing. What you shared is not “far out.” In fact, it’s quite down to earth and real. I suppose I’m still like you were as a child. A part of me has grown up, adjusted, can get along… another part will never quite fit in, but found her place in the mountains.

Yeah…I think, as you said, “a part of me grew up and adjusted, but I STILL don’t fit in.” I feel most at home in the mountains…say, have you ever visited Glacier International Peace Park in Montana? If so, did you travel Going to the Sun Road?
My husband and I have a Westfalia VW poptop, and we love to travel (we’ve been as far east as Washington, as far north as Niagra Falls, and as far south as Missouri).
When we took GttSR, I felt like, if someone were to just drop me there, I could be happy for the rest of my life. If you take that road, you feel so small in the grand scheme of things. The beauty reaches out and, through osmosis or something, seems to just seep into your heart until your soul becomes part of the land.
I see that reflected in your poetry and writings…a love for Colorado that, through some sort of osmosis, is part of who you and your family are.
I’m originally from northeastern PA, and I thought I could never love some other part of the country more than my beloved Endless Mountains. When we traveled the Rockies, I changed my mind.
Have a great day!
Elaine