I reluctantly packed up my camp and headed down the mountain. During my 6-mile hike two days ago, a few epiphanies hit me, and a longing to stay there on that high savannah overlooking two gorges. There is a comfort in wildness and a solace in the isolation. And humbling to stand there with the wind whistling around you, instilling a timelessness that makes one feel old and born anew simultaneously.
I had lunch at the historic Frenchglen Hotel, but found I had no voice. I left it up on the mountain with the wind. I let that speak for me.