IDAHO - PT 3 - THE RIDE

Words fail me. My writer is hibernating. I can't adequately describe this day. The pictures won't even do it justice.

I don't have the vocabulary to explain what the wind felt like as I held on for dear life on the back of a quad bike up the side of a mountain. It had too many layers of cold and ice and the smell of the forest. For how deep my heart seemed to beat, how wild and alive I felt, how frozen my feet were, or how many jackets I wore that did not keep me warm, for the endless sky and mountains stretched further than my eyes could see, how small I felt, how grateful to my new friends for taking me on this adventure... more words, fancier words - they'd just get in the way.

Maybe I can't share my experience with you. What happened inside me on this day, maybe it was meant for only me. I can only hope and pray that you all at some point experience the humbling calling and stirring of something so much bigger than you, in depths of your heart you didn't know existed.

And since my own words are falling short, these are from C S. Lewis- words I always loved but now mean more to me because of that day on the mountain.

"I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now... Come further up, come further in!"

1 comment:

  1. How can I ever find the words to describe how out of this world your pictures are. And yet at the same time they are so obviously of this world that the paradox literally blows my mind. I have taken that ride more times than I can count and yet there were shots that I didn't recognize because they got lost in the land familiarity. From the tiny sage brush branch to the epic expanses you have once again done it Annie. You have accurately captured the essence of a scene and preserved it accurately for others to see. By my standard that and these photos are GREAT pictures! I love them all! Thank you for sharing.

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