I spent a week walking around Mount Adams (or Klickitat) with a Zen Buddhist group earlier this month, soaking in the last perfect days of summer, breathing the rhythms of the mountain, and honoring the wild with a bit of ritual.
I was mostly too busy taking in the beauty around me to be bothered with a camera, but I managed a few. I loaded these couple a week and a half ago, but the trip felt too fresh to find words to tell you about it. Then I got on a plane and was hurled across the continent and back and now it all feels like a pleasant but distant memory.
So the words will be sparse, just a little haiku from our second day out:
On Klickitat’s flank
summer skin meets autumn air
to hike September