High Camp – First Snow


Michael and I squeezed in an October trip to the Sierras this year. We pulled in to the Caples Lake campground on the heels of the season’s first storm – not much below, but wild enough up high. I wrote the poem below while a muscular wind played patty-cake with Michael’s best tent. It’s the worse for wear, believe me. We walked a section of the PCT the next day  in perfect weather.


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