there’s a cascade behind us
white-water roaring ears
and we stand on wooden platform looking out
faces red salty
but smiling hope
the trail getting here a mix
of up and down
dry and muddy
sunny and
shaded
and we stopped to marvel the flowers
irises and roses and pitchers and lupins
but we arrived and stand here
and pose for this picture
love and friendship intact
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