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| It was so quiet this morning I could just about hear the clouds. It felt like Easter Morning today, something reverent and arisen about the day. |
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| And then fog: deep in the clouds. Check out the nest in that tree though. |
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| The Legs of Power are rewarded with a stretch. |
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| This view captivated us, for the road threading upwards ahead, the waterfall, all those leaves. |
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| Yoga with a view. |
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| Cows grazing on rich grass gave me the aura of the Alps, even though I've never been. The air felt whispier, and it was goose-bump cool, and the views.... |
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| We arrive tonight in the town of Yarumal, at 2,400 meters. The place bustles with commerce, these colorful buses, trendy colored hair, and fashionably dressed people. We felt duly overwhelmed and underdressed. |
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| This was the hyperbolic ride today, elevation gain of about 4,700 feet over 36 kilometers. |
5 comments:
I would agree, it does have the aura of the Alps, right, Claire?
Yes, very much so! Misty...
The phrase, "...I could just about hear the clouds," touches me, deeply. I have heard clouds, though not recently, even in memory. You've given me a new frame for a mental picture I had tucked away against too much sadness. It is lovely again in its new setting; thank you...
Ohhhhh I am so happy to hear from you on this. Thank YOU for sharing that this was meaningful.
Ohhhhh I am so happy to hear from you on this. Thank YOU for sharing that this was meaningful.
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