The Girls on PCT

With broken breath we climb to heights unknown
Beckoned upward above the drifts of snow
Through fields of mule ear, flowers bloom yellow
Open vistas to crystal lakes below
We scamper over loose flat granite rock
Along the thumbs up darkened crag out crop

Backpackers pass head on from distant miles
We nod, slide by, share understanding smiles
Some tell trail tails, and stop to talk a while
While others chug steep up the scree rock pile
Sun beats, wind blows above the green tree line
Legs burn, air thin, as farther up we climb

On ridge between the mountain range beyond
Stands high and mighty crest of Tinkers Knob
We climb to peak, legs ache with angry throb
Still we peruse, inspired by the awe
Now aim well met, to view our just reward
We point downhill and run back toward the car

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