The following is a poem written by my girlfriend, Jasmine. I wanted to share it as I believe it captures our adventures in and around the beautiful mountains surrounding Seeley Lake, but also is a reminder to stop and look at life from a different perspective.
Thomas Beers
The Pair That Started Everything
By: Jasmine Schreckendgust
Awake
Dive into you and feel immediate comfort
Vast country awaits
Each memory starts with you
Now begin my gray and blue
Take my feet
Unwrap this earth
Right beneath me
Each step unravels
The First True Test
Open the doors
Straight to the back
I look
So many options
Nike?
Pink and purple?
Blue and gray?
These will work
Check out
-less than 24 hours before
Surrounded by mountains
The waterfalls were, showing their strength
Sitting in the middle of the lake
Sunkissed
Swimming to the steep rocky cliff
1…2…3… I jump
The water hits my feet
Time to head home
It’s late
It’s dark
It’s early
I’m tired
Am I ready?
No training begins my worry
I lace you up
The race begins
The sun rises and blue skies appear
My feet are comfortable
Mile 6
is it over yet?
My calf’s ache
My hips hurt
Almost halfway
Mile 12
Almost there
I’m supported
Mile 13.1
We made it
First long journey
Flathead
Don’t want to leave
Peering down
A lake
Maybe another day
Snowballs
It’s time to head back
Our 10-mile day comes to an end
Thank you soles for making it
-worth every mile
A Day at the Peak
The road is steep and rocky
Truck moves slow as it climbs to our destination
Google leads the way
We begin our hike
Following a trail that was once there
Brush and overgrown trees engulf us
1.5 miles later
Are we going the right way?
Do we keep going through the brush that touches my hips?
Do we turn around?
We head back
Another 1.5 miles
My legs scratched
Be ready to go on
-lost
We travel up the steep road once again
2 miles later
a distinct trail!
Our intended journey begins
One step after another
The trail’s flat
It gets steeper than the steepest switchback of the ‘M’
Now rocky
Hundreds of the biggest rocks piled up
The peaks in sight
We climb the rocks
The view
We can see Missoula
There’s the Bitterroot
Frenchtown
Nine Mile
Turn around
The Missions
Take Me to the Lakes
We begin our warm July morning driving up the dirt road
Following Mr. Google
Problem: no service; Google is wrong; reevaluate
Turn around
We’re going the right way
The road narrows
Mountain gets steeper
SNOW!
Were stuck
In Bug spray
Sunscreen
Paddleboard
Fishing poles
Friends
Shoes
Swarmed by mosquitoes as the truck doors open
Lake 1 in sight
Paddleboard ready
No luck
We hike
2 miles later
Look down on Lake 2
Shallow, blue, beautiful
The hammock is up
Just as
Peace
Worth it
The End Is Not near
Waiting as the clock ticks
On the shelf
Never ending thoughts
Deciding
Every memory
Racing to get more
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