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Tour 2019 – day 5

12 Far off to the south are peaks like Pine-Needle and Nest-Hen, Halcyon-Knoll and Brimmed-Stone, Harrow and Spire Ridges faced together, Elder and Eye-Loft cleaving summits. When you go deep, following a winding river to its source, you’re soon bewildered, wandering a place beyond knowing: cragged peaks towering above stay lost in confusions of mist, and depths sunken away far below surge and swell in a blur. –Hsieh Ling-yün,  translated by David Hinton in Mountain Home Into Green…

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Tour 2019 – day 3 and 4

Dwelling in the Mountains 6 Here where I live, lakes on the left, rivers on the right, you leave islands, follow shores back to mountains out front, ridges behind. Looming east and toppling aside west, they harbor ebb and flow of breath, arch across and snake beyond, devious churning and roiling into distances, clifftop ridgelines hewn flat and true. -Hsieh Ling-yün, translated by David Hinton in Mountain Home Mountains in the Mists While I got…

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Tour 2019 – day 2

Turning Seasons Turning seasons turning wildly away, morning’s majestic calm unfolds. Out in spring clothes, I roam eastern fields. Lingering clouds sweep mountains clean. Gossamer mist blurs open skies. And soon, feeling south winds, young grain ripples like wings. – T’ao Ch’ien, translated by David Hilton’s in Mountain Home On the path The train arrives Whitefish early Tuesday morning and after preloading my bicycle I wader Whitefish for some time, see what’s changed sine 2012.…

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Tour 2019 – Day 1

“Nature” calls up a false dichotomy between human and nature, and “landscape” suggests a picturesque realm seen from a spectator’s distance—but the Chinese wilderness is nothing less than a dynamic cosmology in which humans participate in the most fundamental way. -David Hinton, Mountain Home Tucking up my robes I journey southward to Seattle Journey’s into mountains are pilgrimages to sacred places. Mountain practice is following the way. The first stage of this journey involves making…

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Olympic Mountain Dreams day 3

patches of moonlight wavering through branches — watering an ancient tree I awoke a few times through night to an exultation of stars peeking through the canopy and very late a thin moon made it over the valley walls. After a my nights sleep with the ever present white noise of the river, I woke to a grey morning with mist streaming down the valley walls.  Over the course of a morning spent in contemplation…

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Tour2017

Olympic Mountain Dreams Day 2

out of the dense green canopy the sound of a lively stream I awoke to a sunny and clear day in the woods outside of Port Townsend.  On this day I planned to ride all the way to Dosewallips Campground in Olympic National Park but I also wanted to spend a little bit of time in Port Townsend. So I quickly packed up and rode down the Olympic Discovery Trail, through the marina and into…

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Tourus Interruptus

Tourus Interruptus day 3

Day 3 dawned clear, cool and sunny. It was wonderful being in the midst of the mountains along the talkative Cle Elum River.  I made breakfast and packed up and then enjoyed a second cup of coffee sitting on a rock in the river. The plan today was to ride a trail to Cooper Lake which wasn’t many miles away. There I would setup camp for a few days and hike around the area and…

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