"Blue sky, golden cloud ...
What a feeling of forever!
The languid tree-tops
lithely remain mysterious.
A sign, you would think..."
"Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God."
"By now it was April, fooler of a month. One day the weather would be what passed for spring at an elevation of a mile, and the next would feel as if it had come from Iceland." - Ivan Doig (1939-2015), "Sweet Thunder", p. 12