“The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.” – Barnstorming

He tackled cliffs that more than once left him dangling halfway between talus and rim….From his camps by the water pockets or the canyons or high on the timbered ridges of Navajo Mountain he wrote long, lush, enthusiastic letters to his family and friends, damning the stereotypes of civilization, chanting his barbaric adolescent yawp into the teeth

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SANTIAGO

The road seen, then not seen, the hillside hiding

then revealing the way you should take, the road

dropping away from you as if leaving you to walk

on thin air, then catching you, holding you up,

when you thought you would fall, and the way

forward always in the end the way that you followed,

the way that carried you into your future, that broug... See more