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How happy is the little Stone (1510) — a poem by Emily Dickenson

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How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn’t care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears—
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity—

— Emily Dickinson

dreams of summer – Lake Josephine, GNP

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Lake Josephine, Glacier National Park, taken last summer (2011)



I don’t know for sure where we’re headed this summer — maybe Northern California and Southern Oregon. Wherever it is, if it’s not Glacier, I’ll have a little tinge of sadness. It takes only a second or so for me to conjure up in my mind the day of that photo and the week we spent in GNP last summer.

2 poems to celebrate my anniversary –Waiting, by Raymond Carver and To My Valentine, by Ogden Nash

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Two poems to celebrate Aimee’s and my 24th wedding anniversary. Thanks, Aimee, I’m a lucky guy.

Waiting

Left off the highway and
down the hill. At the
bottom, hang another left.
Keep bearing left. The road
will make a Y. Left again.
There’s a creek on the left.
Keep going. Just before
the road ends, there’ll be
another road. Take it
and no other. Otherwise,
your life will be ruined
forever. There’s a log house
with a shake roof, on the left.
It’s not that house. It’s
the next house, just over
a rise. The house
where trees are laden with
fruit. Where phlox, forsythia,
and marigold grow. It’s
the house where the woman
stands in the doorway
wearing the sun in her hair. The one
who’s been waiting
all this time.
The woman who loves you.
The one who can say,
“What’s kept you?”

by Raymond Carver
from All of Us: The Collected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf)







To My Valentine
by Ogden Nash

More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That’s how much I love you.

I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.

As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That’s how much you I love.

I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.

I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes,
That’s how you’re loved by me.

the Smasheys at GNP

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Back porch of 1st room at Glacier Lodge


Glacier Lodge (East Glacier)


Glacier Lodge


Our second night’s room at Glacier Lodge


view from outside our room of the Glacier Lodge’s grand lobby


Many Glacier Hotel


“Beargrass” cammas


small grizzly on Swiftcurrent Lake Trail


Swiftcurrent Lake Trail


Many Glacier Hotel from across Swiftcurrent Lake


My kids (Hannah, Emery and Sofia) at Lake Josephine


Boat launching at Lake Josephine


Many Glacier Hotel


Lobby of Many Glacier Hotel


Grizzly on road to Many Glacier


Lone Goose Island on Hidden Lake


Emery on ancient rock (8 and 1.5 billion years old, respectively)


On the Red Bus (expertly piloted by Jammer Eric)


extreme closeup


The cabin Aimee and I want


Bighorn sheep at Logan Pass (the first morning the “Going to the Sun Road” was open in 2011 (July 13)


bighorn checking out the action at the Logan Pass portajohns


bighorn


bighorn


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