These are strange times and it's tough to always be postiive. These lyrics gently remind to accept fate, but make it better. . .
"You Are Here"
-- Wailin Jenny's
You wonder why you wonder when
You wonder how now and then
How you became who you’ve become
You are here
And yet you dream of being there
Of being where you think the good life has begun
Every darkened hallway
Every fallen dream
Every battle lost and
Every shadow in between
Will bring you to your knees and
Closer to the reason
And there’s no making cases
For getting out or trading places
And there’s no turning back
No you are here
Who can say who made the choice
In the matter of your birth
Who brought about that fateful day
Well you are here and born with fire and desire
You’re the only one can stand in your own way
And every broken arrow
Every hardened smile
Every foolish gamble and
Every lonely mile
Will bring you to your knees and
Closer to the reason
And there’s no making cases
For getting out or trading places
And there’s no turning back
No you are here
And every sign of love
Every seed that’s growing
Every sweet surrender
To that silent knowing
Will bring you to your knees and
Closer to the reason
And there’s no making cases
For getting out or trading places
And there’s no turning back
No you are here
How you became who you’ve become
You are here
And yet you dream of being there
Of being where you think the good life has begun
Every darkened hallway
Every fallen dream
Every battle lost and
Every shadow in between
Will bring you to your knees and
Closer to the reason
And there’s no making cases
For getting out or trading places
And there’s no turning back
No you are here
Who can say who made the choice
In the matter of your birth
Who brought about that fateful day
Well you are here and born with fire and desire
You’re the only one can stand in your own way
And every broken arrow
Every hardened smile
Every foolish gamble and
Every lonely mile
Will bring you to your knees and
Closer to the reason
And there’s no making cases
For getting out or trading places
And there’s no turning back
No you are here
And every sign of love
Every seed that’s growing
Every sweet surrender
To that silent knowing
Will bring you to your knees and
Closer to the reason
And there’s no making cases
For getting out or trading places
And there’s no turning back
No you are here
The objective, Rice Bowl from just above the beaver ponds. |
Bountiful Peak (9,271 ft) from two-thirds the way up the Mud/Rice Divide. |
Mud Peak (8,745 ft). Those stunted trees have welcomed me to the summit for over two decades. Sad, they now look like they're dying, with brown needles and thinning. |
View west from the top of Rice Bowl. |
Bountiful Peak (9,271 ft), view south from the top of Rice Bowl, Mud Peak (8,745 ft) at left. |
Turns down the east side of upper Rice. Chris is the dot climbing over the drift at the top. |
Fuller, nearing the top of Mud/Rice . . . |
. . . cornice and Fuller . . |
. . . kick-turn, Fuller and cornice. . . |
. . . cornice |
View east from upper Rice, the Unitahs way off on the horizon. |
Antelope Island from the top of Rice. |
Rice Peak (8,730 ft) and cornice over the west side of Rice Bowl. |
Fuller (l), Chris (r) on top of Rice Peak (8,730 ft), view west. |
Oquirhs and and Stansburys. |
Bountiful Peak (9,271 ft). |
Chris (l) and Fuller (r) |
Turns, upper Rice. |
Mostly cloudy today, but when the sun peaked out it was hard not to stop and look for our turns in upper Rice. |
. . . a few pics from Fuller
Reeder, coming over the drift at the top of Rice Bowl . . . |
. . . and dropping off Mud Peak (8,745 ft). . . |
. . . then down the middle of Mud Bowl. . . |
. . . slightly over-ripe corn, but still supportable and fun, just a bit too wet to be fast and fearless. |
Back up for run three, Mud Peak (8,745 ft) just ahead. |
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