Last week I stopped on the way home from a meeting up the shore to catch the setting sun atop Oberg Mountain. I can't remember the last time I hiked alone, but it was just what I needed.
This spur of the Superior Hiking Trail winds its way through a maple forest, opening up along rocky ledges again and again revealing striking vistas. Both up and down the shore of Lake Superior. Out across the Sawtooth Mountains.
Experiencing the end of the day; the end of the season. Fitting for the moment, as a project I've been working on for over two years had just come to a close without ever truly coming to fruition. I am disappointed; and, the decision is just what I hoped for. Walking beneath the cedars, stepping on their fallen seedpods, I was reminded that while every seed holds the potential, not all can become trees.
