Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
by Gary Snyder, Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems
[Photos from the location]
Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 19, 2013 4:18 AMIf you can get 'em up there, your conquest is certain.
Posted by: Casca at April 19, 2013 7:07 AMExcellent way to end the week. Thanks.
Posted by: picturerock at April 19, 2013 3:09 PMThere is one (only) fire tower in CA that can be rented. It's just east from Bakersfield. The girls that I had with me when I rented it really liked it. Sorry, but I didn't write any poetry.
Posted by: Roger Drew Williams at April 21, 2013 6:05 PM
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