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  • I feel like we’re traveling
    with Ansel Adams.
    Picture postcard road trip,
    the light, the majesty,
    the clouds rolling above our heads.
    There’s a wisdom in the forest
    that is hard to translate-
    it's as nature, the universe intended,
    from the very beginning.

    When I was a kid
    sitting in the backseat,
    on family vacations, I used to
    see them through the trees
    as the car whipped by
    on the rain washed highway.
    The mountain up ahead,
    fir trees, a mixture
    of picturesque beauty.

    Deer. And wildlife.
    Glimpses captured like
    snap shots that no one else
    inside the car could see
    except the child who was looking.
    Staring, searching through wet branches,
    I see movement, a bear in the woods.
    No one would believe me
    if I said, "stop the car, I just saw a cougar."
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