Saved from one year ago exactly, these photos are a trip in 2012, when I climbed Harney Peak, the highest point in South Dakota. I would highly recommend this trip to anyone with previous hiking/backpacking experience!
I also wrote a poem about this experience:
I wasn’t anticipating this hike,
three miles… uphill…
I drank half of my water already,
and I’m barely halfway there.
These have to be the stairs Arye was talking about,
but no. They only lead to more trail.
It’s 90 degrees out, and I’ve stopped sweating.
But just around the corner,
around that last lengthy, agonizing corner
are the real stairs.
I can’t believe it, I race along
to find the temple I saw from the road.
I didn’t anticipate this hike from there.
I wasn’t very prepared,
but I’m glad that I pushed to the end.
Roads, towns, untouched land.
This is where they combine.
The many mountains are naturally aligned.
Their black tops and trees in line.
My happiness up here can never be explained,
and I wonder how, on my way up,
This land is sacred to many,
who wish everyone could come.
But if they did, everything would be gone,
the place would lose its peacefulness,
sights would be taken over, by loudness,
and no one would sense the emptiness
of the land.