Descending chords sounded the death knell of summer. The piper calls the chieftains, kings and warriors from the far fields of wasted war and destruction to gather together around bright solstice fires together with lost forgotten lovers and friends. So beat your pagan drums to the bright religion of the earth, of the universe, of all the gods and goddesses that are our daily companions while we walk this mortal coil to the new light we have sought since leaving our mother’s wombs.
The Weminuche Wilderness mountains from 11,000 ft. Molas Pass.
we did a rainy day hike up to the Escalante Ruins followed by a stop at Four Corners greenhouse to look at the poinsettias.