"Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as possible and without desire. The reality of your own nature should determine the speed. If you become restless, speed up. If you become winded, slow down. You climb the mountain in an equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion. Then, when you're no longer thinking ahead, each footstep isn't just a means to an end but a unique event in itself. This leaf has jagged edges. This rock looks loose. From this place the snow is less visible, even though closer. These are things you should notice anyway. To live only for some future goal is shallow. It's the sides of the mountain which sustain life, not the top. Here's where things grow. But of course, without the top you can't have any sides. It's the top that defines the sides. So on we go . . . we have a long way . . . no hurry . . . just one step after the next."
--Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig--
Posted Aug 29, 2017, 1:28 PM by Matthew Anderson
The moon started slowly making its way across the disc of the sun and as totality approached Gannett Peak the lunar shadow blotted out the forest and lesser peaks below as it advanced across the landscape. And then to our unexpected delight the Grand Tetons suddenly appeared silhouetted black against the horizon as if the sun were rising in the west! Moments later the last bright flash of sunlight vanished and the sun’s corona was visible to the naked eye hanging in the indigo sky like a brilliant celestial wreath accompanied by the planet Venus. After 2 minutes and 22 seconds there was another bright flash of light as the sun reappeared. Venus faded, the landscape brightened, and it was over as quickly as it started. Almost immediately if felt like a dream.
Posted Jun 23, 2017, 5:52 PM by Matthew Anderson [Updated Jun 24, 2017, 7:45 AM]
Run past glade and mount...
Rain starts to fall and temps drop,
Return clad in mud.
If the 2017 Bighorn Trail Run could be reduced to a haiku I’ll say with confidence the juxtaposition would be that of mountains and mud. The course is absolutely breathtaking with its vivid wildflowers, thundering rivers, and high mountains valleys that overwhelm you with their grandeur; there were moments when the beauty had me choked up. But thirteen hours of rain during the race turned forty miles the course into a winding ribbon of greasy, pudding consistency mud and it was an experience I’ll never forget.