MT. LEMMON [chapt. 4]

This was at Windy Pass. (7,000 feet up) The roads looked like little toy roads for hot wheel cars..



As I continued my drive up the narrow roads, the temperature began to go down. I pulled over see what kind of food they had at the Mt. Lemmon Cafe. (Yes, Tucson has fir trees!)



When I walked into the restaurant, I smelled coffee and pies! People were walking out with raspberry, blueberry and apple pie ala mode the size of large pizzas!



Yes, I ordered the raspberry ala mode! I was in heaven! As I savored the freshness of the pie and air, I could see hawks and eagles circling above me....




Just when I thought, I had reached the top of the mountain, Ski Valley came upon me!



When I saw this, my jaw dropped, because 45 minutes before, I was down the hill dealing with a temperature of 92 degrees! It was 59 degrees when I reached this point. The air was thin and I didn't care..I felt like I was back home in Seattle.



I asked a pair of tourists to take this picture of me. As I asked, the gentlemen said, "Que?" (the rest was history.) Behind me is the border of New Mexico and its surrounding mountains....



By this point, I was the only one walking the peak. Maple trees and Aspen trees spoke their mystery to me.....






The miracle of nature: light, snow, air, terrain and man...





So my story ends here for now, but the story of nature will go on after I'm long gone from this existence. Just when I thought I'd seen all that Spirit wanted me to see, I come upon this sight on my way back to Tucson: A majestic dance between nature's form and man's curiousity....