Afflicted with Pitchell fever, I set out to test my fitness a couple weeks ago on a 27 mile out-and-back along the Bartram and Appalachian Trail. Over the course of 6.5 hours, I tagged the summit of Cheoah Bald twice and also bumped into Kermit and Newton, the father/son team whom I shared some miles with up in Vermont. I could tell they weren't quite ready to reach the end of their journey. And who can blame them when they get to dance all day in the light of fall? Not feeling quite ready for the 100K, I opted for the 50K this past weekend: good times, as always...
|Ascending Cheoah from the Bartram Trail|
|Kermit & Newton|
|U-dog on the MST|
|Grossman climbing Lane Pinnacle|
|Kevin near Craggy Gardens|
|Mr. Golden Calves loving life|
|Fraser loves it too...|
We may fairly say it is autumn
When the woodlands are well lit.
We may even name the brilliance
Oak, Poplar, Sassafras, Maple.
But names are superfluous.
As we walk, we may notice
It gets lighter inside the woods.
A kaleidoscopic cathedral of color
Filled with sublime joy and wonder.
But words are barely any worth.
As the Earth orbits, the cycle repeats
Perfectly, in a language unspoken.
And we are like the leaves
Filled with the light