Mill Canyon Stream

Mill Canyon Stream

I spent this evening hiking in my canyon that goes up to my mountain. I don’t claim to own this place. Unfortunately, it owns me. It is my favorite place to be. I guess the solitude of the mountain sooths the angry beast inside, just makes me feel better. I find it easier to find my thoughts and shed off those things that don’t matter.

Lily and I hiked up Mill Canyon for an hour or so. I spent my time jumping the stream and trying not to get too much snow in my boots. Lily spent her time jumping in the stream and rolling around in the snow, go figure. At 2235 m we had to turn around. Mostly because I needed a reason to be back in the valley for sun down, but the snow was becoming excessively obtrusive to our forward travel. The stream was nice and high due to the recent snowfall, although the amount of snow for this time of year was a bit low. Lily was already wore out from our riding the Goose this morning with Mr. Anderson. She was out cold as soon as she was back in the car.

I hope these pictures do justice to the serenity of the environment in my canyon. I know they don’t, but there should always be hope.

We’ll be riding the Goose again tomorrow.

Peace. Love. and Revolution.