Memory stretches long and hard like the winding ride we took through the pass.

The scenic, breathtaking, so close to the edgeness of it.

Stopping on top towards the end to take in the distance, the work-

How far we’d come. The gravel road we’d entered through now a dark part of it all.

The beauty. The emotion. We got to see it and feel it through tired bones-

It’s not over yet. There’s still so much to go. We’ll get lost and find our way many times.

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