The Climb
In the Mosquito Range of the Colorado Rockies,
Mt. Democrat rises 14,155 feet,
I summited in winter, amidst, fog, wind, and sleet
Waist-deep snow in some places, a solo ascent,
there were no other faces,
Alone the expanses are terrifying,
But the sheer beauty awe-inspiring,
Once In the boulder field, there is false summit after false summit,
On each side a 1000-foot plummet,
Near the top, the clouds moved in, no visibility just strange voices on the wind,
Once at the summit, the clouds abate,
Revealing a view only God could create.
JEV
Copyright © Jim Vandevelde | Year Posted 2023
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