Craig Wisner

Horse Flats ~ Rock Gardens. 3/25/14

I have to remind myself to stop thinking of this place as a Zen garden; Zen gardens are a poor imitation of this.

Reacquainted with long lost friends, formations, large and small, featured and smooth.  Cold fingers crimp down on a familiar hold, tendons creaking, locking, pulling skyward.

Many a sunrise has been witnessed alone from the top of a boulder here.

A somewhat forgotten fear is remembered, feeling blindly for a hold, freezing, looking down, pulse quickening.  I force myself to climb all the old standards until the fear is gone and my fingers no longer tremble at the top, until I can climb relaxed, until I can purely focus on movements learned and memorized long ago.

It was good to feel strong today.

 

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2 responses

  1. Oh, I’m jealous! Those look sweet!

    March 30, 2014 at 5:37 am

  2. mountain mike

    Look at all those Old Men; silent, witness.

    April 8, 2014 at 11:06 am

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