When I decide to ponder about how working with the Colorado Fourteeners Initiative has changed my views on trail work and the future of what that means to me, I often reflect on this job I have taken:
Many places, many people
and sides of rock faces.
Different paths and trials to face,
with changing conditions, inhibitions, and tempers at stake.
I stop and consider, than rather be bitter
for at times it’s solitude, wind and talus I crave.
Yet I’ve seen the destruction, in blinded corruption
the vile deduction of freedom can taste.
And further delusion, to stem our conclusions
if dual-understanding could only grace this place.
My hands still they tremble, these words must assemble
this task doesn’t choose you, don’t you mistake.
You Could Be, Adapt-a-You.
Fresh eyes, new view
and the taste of earth, sun, and rain.