Mountainous banks of granite
are closed and locked into
long-time, before and after us
closely guarded by armies of
fir and pine that reminded
pioneers of Norway.

Creeks are swollen and busy
with ducks, rivers tumble down
swiftly over valley floors,
passing narrow trailer-home towns
squeezed in together, framed by
sunflowers with small crowns.

Our journeys are continuously
challenging and always toward others.