The promised land!

Sitting in the looney bean in Bishop, Ca one of the towns just east of the sierras. I am in the sierra's now!!!! I call it the promised land, it feels as so after that long 700 miles in the desert. It was quite the moment for me stepping out from behind some cedars in to the most beautiful Sierra meadow, our first day in golden trout wilderness completely wrecked me.  I became a tiery eyed little kid again, in awe at the place that surrounded me. I would say to anyone who hasn't experience the sierras, do it, it is magic! That night I laid my head on the most beautiful sunset, I felt nurtured and at home. The next day, I walked in to a world of ancient cedars twisted, branches reaching up, I had a conversation with one, he reminded me that I am an expression of the earth just as he, I reach and grow towards some thread of light to which I find. Also that time is not a matter of ticks but that time too is an expression, time is art. Mt Whitney the tallest mountain in the lower 48 showed me the most amazing sunrise, a sunrise I had been thinking about since watching the sunrise from a church parking lot near my home in TN. I woke at 2 a.m, ate a snickers bar and headed up the mountain 8 miles and 4,000 feet later I was laying in my sleeping bag looking east to my home, looking at the same sun as my loved ones. The walk up was beautiful, the Milky Way stretched across the sky, shooting stars would catch my attention every few minutes, then slowly the stars disappeared back into their galaxies, the cliffs surrounding me exposed their faces as day crept in, I had an out of body experience walking as if to step away from my body and re assess my reality...could have been the altitude. I climbed up and over forester pass, one of the most beautiful and highest pass in the sierras, you climb up between the pass and a beautiful canyon opens up, kings canyon, too many kings to crown. I imagined the glaciers moving through here, carving the granite and leaving the stones scattered around the meadow. Deer graze in the meadow, they look at me startled then realize I am only one of those humans who walk that strange trail and continue eating. I barely had enough food for this stretch because I wanted to stay in certain areas longer and found myself laying unable to pull myself away from the moving water or green meadow I had been dreaming of for many moons. I shall carry more food this next 115 miles to Mammoth! See the sierras, just do it, you won't regret it! 

BE well! 

~SAGI