June 17 – EWR --> SFO
Sleeping
off a most appropriate NYC despedida
full of good music, good dance, good friends... I awake crossing the Great
Plains, viewing these tiny little square plots below. My first thought of this
grand Summer voyage: I can't help but wonder how it is that they have tried to
make their world and this good Earth so square when in fact it is one enormous
circle.
Over the blessed Rocky Mountains, my
breath quickens and a “wow” escapes my lips as I stare out the plane window.
Snow topped peaks and lush green valleys – home to my first backcountry hiking
trip some twenty years earlier. Some very good memories are kept down there.
Then Utah and her perfect red rock palaces
glowing in the sun below. Glorious Utah. Home to many more defining memories
and experiences within this slow, deliberate re-connection journey that I am on.
I will see you again soon.
Another short nap and, suddenly, my
first view of the Sierra Nevadas is no less than the crown jewel of John Muir's
"Range of Light" – Yosemite Valley seen from 30,000 feet above. Of
course. Half Dome is clearly visible, yet looks like a small stone. I take a
deep breath. The endless mountains slowly stretch into the clouds on the
southern horizon… that’s where I’m headed.
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