tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119914440590434781.post8602834202270243701..comments2021-08-05T02:30:45.470-07:00Comments on The Gable Grey: And Now, Some Words from the Red BookChristopher Carlislehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10978799094610376978noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119914440590434781.post-45351357951307594942010-10-01T09:21:50.951-07:002010-10-01T09:21:50.951-07:00Well, I DID tell you the trail was twelve miles lo...Well, I DID tell you the trail was twelve miles long. I just left off the "one-way" part, and the bit about mountain lions in the area. But we managed the bears, the storms, the switchbacks, and Gary just fine, did we not?<br /><br />It would not have been the same, if you had not been there with me, brother.<br /><br />And DON'T TOUCH THAT GODDAMN HEMLOCK BRANCH!!!Christopher Carlislehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10978799094610376978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2119914440590434781.post-27390337438331698612010-09-30T20:04:21.906-07:002010-09-30T20:04:21.906-07:00It seems as if just not even a few years back, my ...It seems as if just not even a few years back, my older brother and I were walking along the Harrison Lake trail in Glacier National Park, MT, which was 13 miles long ONE WAY, that he ever so forgot to mention to me and our dear friend John. I can still remember how so very nervous my brother was while driving an ’84 bronze colored Ford LTD alongside a huge, bulky, rocky hillside with big yellow warning signs saying, “Watch for falling rock”. Not to mention the fact that as I was in the back seat spurting aloud with phrases of things that I was seeing such as “LOOK, A BALD EAGLE” or “DAMN! We sure are waaaaaaayyyy up”. Chris pretty much told me to shut my trap and that I wasn’t helping his nerves at all.<br />Our trip to Montana was about; if not THE best trip I have ever taken’ in my years of traveling. I guess this feeling was triggered by not seeing my brother truly happy. Don’t get me wrong, I have seen my brother happy, but in our younger years, me being the little bratty brother, I have not truly experienced this side of my brother until we started talking about and finally arriving in MT. My brother was in such awe when we arrived into the park, he was a different person. His face glowed with such spirit, it rubbed off on me. I do admit though, he seemed kind of eager to look at everything, but not disturb anything, he even yelled at me for touching and ripping off leaves on a tree in the park at our camp. I thought it was ridiculous and ignored him, although I did respect his wish, “For a little while at least”.<br />And so the days of walking, hiking, meeting travelers along the way, “that is another story for another day”, trying to cross rivers by swimming to the other side, “again, another story” were filled with the best tales of experiences and adventures, all of which will come to be stories both told and in our souls forever, so until the next story, goodnight brother/friend, peaceful dreams. <br />Brian C.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com