This weekend my legs took me to a bowl full of mountains in Denali National Park, where jagged peaks go unnamed and reddening tundra marks the height of fall. It's a place where rugged terrain makes you lose your breath, and breathtaking views keep you from catching it. A place where you can't help but wonder if anyone else has ever stood (or done yoga?) in this exact spot - and realize that they probably haven't.
A dear friend summed it up best. "Peaceful would hardly be the way to describe my mood as I stood on that mountain. I felt restless and alive; the wilderness below me seemed to be pulling at me. I wanted to plunge into those dark forests... I wanted to reach those distant mountains... I wanted to ride those waters out to the sea." - Mason McLeod, 2007.