“Let yourself be drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.”
-Rumi
Every time I get jaded about the crowds in California, the water issues, the ridiculously short on-ramps, or the multitude of things about California that annoy me, I get the chance to escape and fall in love with it all over again. This time it is a short, three-day trip into Desolation Wilderness, into the northern Sierras, with Galen. Walk a few miles off the road in the middle of the week and you feel like the only person in the world. I have a small sense of how John Muir must have felt, wandering in the wild Sierras with pristine alpine lakes and chunks of white granite littering the skyline.
We walk for a few days. In the mornings we sit by the water and drink our coffee together. Then we pack our things onto our bags, like the little turtles we are, and find another beautiful place to enjoy. We stop to skinny dip at the cold, clear lakes in the high glacial valleys and eat lunch on top of the passes looking out over the wilderness. Galen usually takes a nap and I hop around on the rocks, looking for just enough trouble to get into. Clambering on the giant granite batholith I feel so insignificant in this world. As the moon comes up over the ridge line, I howl. My echo joins in.
I think about Zach a lot in places like this.
There is no better place to ponder existence than on the top of a mountain, except for maybe on a river in the bottom of a deep canyon. Lately I’ve been rather frustrated with fate, or chance, or whatever you call the way the world unfolds. I am as lost as ever. I am more confused than I have been in a long time. But in this sacred space, on top of the world, I sit with this discomfort and am comforted in the unknown. In the end, all I can do is offer my full self into this world, jumping with two feet and loving with my whole heart. And sometimes that is really hard.
Galen sits down on the saddle. He is not even tempted to get to the top, content in soaking in the view and taking a nap in a beautiful spot. We are so different. He smiles at me as I scamper up the mountain, trying to find the highest spot, unable to sit still and enjoy the one we are at. He lets me run up all of the peaks, and he patiently waits for me to get tired and come back to him. I don’t know if he will understand what motivates me to keep going, and I am not sure if I will ever understand his unrelenting patience.
I have never had anyone trust in me so much. I don’t know that I would ever come down off of these mountains, except that Galen is waiting for me, so eventually I do. He would wait for me for days, months, even years. I am sure of it.
Once again, he is right. I climb down the mountain to meet him. We pick up our packs and walk to a small lake in the cirque. As the day transforms to dusk, the birds turn into bats and the world becomes a little quieter. The moon reflects on the still and silent lake. Granite giants tower over us. I lie awake in bed, wishing I had my ukulele to play to the moon.