Strange Equation
“Remember the Mountain Bed” – Wilco
My lungs and thighs still burn from the trek up, the skies overhead are dark grey and threaten rain, the winds bite hard and threaten snow. And I stand on the shore of a high alpine lake, thinking of what a strange equation this is.
A couple thousand feet in elevation . . . all for a few inches of native fish.
But such a beautiful, perfect fish. And place.
Truth. Thanks Rick.
the payback exceeds the expenditure.
perfect equation.
I know you know this to be true.