The mountain climbing theme of the day started at the outskirts of Hope. I climbed up, over, and around various mountains all day long. By my count, I encountered four, and maybe five, significant climbs. The first three were long, long, long, long (you get the picture) gradual inclines that probably took a good thirty minutes or more to complete before getting some relief in the form of a descent or flat. Huge steep mountains on all sides just about took my breath away. The photos don't come even close to conveying the massive size of these mountains.
After 3-4 hours of climbing, I found myself having to stop more and more frequently to rest. Ate a peanut butter sandwhich and apple to refuel around noon, and continued chugging upward. I was feeling the climb in all parts of my body, most obviously in my legs. I realized at one point that I was completely out of range of cell service - completely unplugged, as it were - and that free of any distraction, or even the possibility of any distraction, I was able to totally focus on just being quietly present to and embraced by those magnificent mountains amid the brilliant blue sky. I had pretty much a whole day of that. And I can tell you there is no way that doesn't change you, if even for a few moments. It does something to your psyche and soul. Nowadays, it is common to talk about taking time to be quiet and get centered, but this was at a whole different level.
Eventually, I reached the west entrance to Manning Park. Another thing that struck me was the fact that there are none of the commercial enterprises I have seen at other parks. I mean, it is all about preserving the natural state of the park as much as possible. I saw this in stark contrast to my experiences on the Blue Ridge Parkway at home in the Carolinas, which has been commercialized to large extent.
I finally reached Allison Pass Summit, elevation 4403 ft, which Pam had indicated was the significant climb of the day. What it meant to me was that I was almost "there", a comforting thought given my tired legs.
I rolled into the Manning Park Resort around 3 pm, and gratefully checked in. After getting situated, I took a short stroll to check out the lay of the land and find the little store on premises. I noticed a little commotion going on, and saw a mound of prairie dog homes along the side of the hill outside the store. The prairie dogs were totally unphased by the people gawking and getting close up to take pictures. Including me. It was neat to see little kids getting a big kick out of the prairie dogs. In fact, all of us there were acting like little kids. [Update: since this was first posted, Pam texted and informed me these are yellow bellied marmots, not prairie dogs - I knew these would not be prairie dogs, but look like them and I was too lazy/tired at the time. I stand corrected!]
I went back and read the first couple of entries to the blog in June regarding what I anticipated the journey to be about. I had actually forgotten about the poem regarding letting go of the rope to the boat and just going with the flow of the river - not knowing, etc. After all that has occurred, this has taken on a whole new meaning.
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