I think the Incas would still be cold..

I wish everyone could see what I see now. Paxson Mountain, swathed in a strong, unrelenting sunlight (the best kind!). At such times, what a mighty mountain she appears to be. Though much smaller than her mightier cousins of the Alaska Range, Paxson Mountain is still a formidable prominence. I am listening to Andean music at an insane volume...music from one imposing mountain range is appropriate music for another imposing mountain range, I think. I stomp my feet in time, I dance, I run, I breathe deeply of our pure mountain air. I feel lucky to have tramped through the Andes; I feel lucky to live in the Alaska Range. Gulls have arrived and are staking out their claim to the river; an eagle flies overhead; swans are arriving searching out open water. Just today on a walk I began to get excited about kayaking our rivers again, feeling that great surge of being at one with massively flowing water is so thrilling. 

Why the Andean music? I forgot about it the last month or so, but today I'm thinking about my friend Marie who is flying off to Bolivia tomorrow for almost a month. She'll be hiking two massive mountains there: 15,000 and 18,000 ft. They make the mountains pretty big down there, as they do here!

Am I goofing off? Absolutely. Should I get back to my window washing and floor scrubbing? I guess so. Spring cleaning may be necessary for the mind and body, but it's the spring viewing, the watching of the revitalization of the forest and tundra, that is necessary for the soul.