I was beyond spent and my soul said

Go to the high country- NOW

Wild basin is the headwaters of the creek

We call our own- the St Vrain.

But up there – it belongs to nobody

And I needed that kind of wild.

We were zombies

So I wasn’t suprised

That when we returned to the truck

Pink cheeked and restored- that

We had locked the keys inside.

So we made a day of it-

Hitching a ride from the parking lot

Back to Lyons

Only to go back up again.

But I swear this is just what I needed.

Letting the power of the mountain

Claim what is not mine in the first place.