To You:
In all the other places that I've been, thin fingers of nature cling desperately to the ground, crushed under the footfalls of progress. Not so in Alaska. Here the early world wraps its giant arm protectively around the land. It raises its hand demanding to be acknowledged and obeyed. It hovers above all things and with splayed fingers warns---STOP!
Here in Alaska civilization is outnumbered by trees, so many trees that you can see their collective breath rising from the mountains. The trees are the lungs of this landscape creating clouds with a mythic force not unlike the Creator Raven. Mountains disappear into these clouds in a willful reminder to all of us far below that they belong only to themselves, that we voyage up them at our own risk, that we too can disappear into their mysterious greatness.
This flag is the first of many to be scattered across the country. It's a wish to communicate with anyone it reaches. It's an invitation for you to share your thoughts about this place or this letter or anything really...
Your Friend,
A
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Saw this flag a couple weeks ago after coming down from a mountain ridge (in the clouds) to the east of Montana Creek trail. I almost ran past it before catching it with the corner of my peripheral vision. Very glad I turned back and read the words.
ReplyDeleteI'm very glad that you stopped to read it too. Thank you for taking the time to comment. I am back in Virginia now and missing the beauty and serenity of Alaska. It's nice to take a moment to think about that trail and how the world still has pockets of uninhibited beauty.
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