Photographs by KPieper via Flickr.

All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.

May I be honest and admit that all I want to do is go up to the Canadian Rockies? Maybe after a few weeks, I'd be ready to want and chase something else again.

Keep a green tree in your heart.

Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing.

It's the end of August and autumn is in the air, nosing its way into the edges of each day. And I am dreaming of mountains. I want to climb until my knees quake.

I'm not so hung up on mountain ranges that I'd kick a rocky coastline out of bed, though.

Photos by NaturalLight on Flickr.

Bliss — were an Oddity — without thee —

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I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.

JOAN DIDION.

Photograph by greenlaundry on Flickr

Here is where we run out of continent.

Photos by Lee Sie on Flickr.