POETRY
Rocky Mountain
Before birds, before the other campers,
before the sun: under darkness we snuck
away, under dawn’s nose. The road was blurred,
chased by the day. We raced against the luck
of the early draw: the less-used entrance,
guard station empty, roadways not yet clogged,
wildlife wandering free. Our eyes entranced,
winding the spell up to alpine highs. Fogged
and dazzled, enchanted by rocky views
where marmots basked, elks grazed, and chipmunks ran
in wild glee, we sidestepped the endless queues.
Meltwater rushes from the mountain tops
chasing a cycle that will never stop.
Everything about the experience we had going to Rocky Mountain National Park in 2019 was magical. We knew it would be crazy crowded, so we made a point to stay on the opposite side from Estes Park (where The Whole World goes in). We got up at 5am and packed up camp like ninjas; we arrived so early there wasn’t anyone at the guard station yet. It was beautiful being there before the long lines of traffic began. We were able to park at Alpine and walk…
