is soup a meal?

I drank more than one cup of coffee. Ride to trail head over an hour.

I'm able to pee and fart as we begin hiking through the forest.

Up on the side of the mountain we cross several slides

and look up and down into the clouds of mist funneling

through the hallway of trees.

It's misty and blowy all day, clouds passing right in front of us

and consuming us.

Sun warmed our backs as we ate

on the north side of the summit

looking down hundreds of feet into clear blue

lakes a catwalk stuffed with slinks across

to a sharp pinnacle, it passes in and out of the white whisps

mosquito lands on my thigh

a chipmunk aggressively darts towards

our lunch and quickly escapes under the large boulders

the col below the final stretch

looks like an alpine lagoon

solitary pines floating in the haze

among random mirror pools pressed into

the long alpine grass

eating huckleberries in the fields