We ascended into a heavenly Far View Zone, guiding John Q and Boonie to the lofty summit of Courthouse Mountain. It's one of those "short but steep" hikes... less than four miles round trip, but it felt like eight if you asked your knees and toes. But mind and eye rule over matters of pain on such a hike... knees and toes hold their complaint, for it is worth every toe jamming twinge to gaze down upon Chimney Rock—rising proud and firm like some terrestrial phallus—and its serrated connecting ridge line that cuts thin air like a knife.
I don't know why I keep trying to make a "Postcard" convert out of Pal Boonie; he's such an "atheist" when it comes to pretty scenery. I have shared several scenic "alter calls" with Boonie, the likes of which would bring Madalyn Murray O'Hare to her pudgy little knees while Amazing Grace plays triumphantly in the background. But my pal is a rock, a hardened "sinner" when it comes to "Postcards from the edge."
I attempted to read Boonie's mind as we gained the summit. I looked into his eyes... trying to glean at least a glimmer of impress. But he wore his usual poker face, one that trumped my Straight Flush surroundings like it was but a pitiful losing hand. The coup de grace was when his poker face yielded to grins and giggles at the apex. "Finally," I thought, what a satisfying and redeeming moment... until I realized he was all agog over a dog that rested in its owners lap.
Boonie's camera came out of hiding; he showed genuine emotion... joy, to the point of giddiness. But it wasn't due to the hard won and stunning Postcard views that teared my eye. Nor was it due to the gnarly serrated ridge line that chilled my spine. Not even the grandeur of Chimney Rock, splitting the far view like a machete, could divert Boonie's attention to the purpose of our efforts. Nope, it took a dog on Courthouse Mountain to force Boonies hand.
He got his "postcard," I got mine. A good day.
|Boonie pets his "Postcard" on the summit of Courthouse Mountain|