Forty-five pounds
I carry with me
The climb
Summit
Nature
This is everything
Crisp air creeping up the gaps in my sleeves
Tossing my hair in frenzy
Dilated eyes
Sun bleeding through the yellow mesh of the tent
Like the cracks on my hands
Blistered feet
Swollen calves
All irrelevant
Nothing can touch me out here
I am free
Each day brings new weather
Unpredictability
A longing for more
I need no one
No help
No human life around for miles
The exception:
Crossing paths with a beautiful adventure seeker
Sharing the same craving
We will sit by a fire and enjoy the company of strangers
Exchanging stories of our many travels
Recommendations
Then part ways
With the sure probability of never seeing one another again
Something both of us are completely content with
Forever grateful for the temporary company
This is the great outdoors
Nothing less
Always more.
– Breelyn Shelkey
Havasupai Falls, AZ
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