In 17 Syllables…
From Echo Lake toBarker pass. We walked for milesWith packs on our backs.
Dewy, dawn greetings,Kissed by the nights crisp, cool air.We welcome the sun.
We inch closer with Each step. The pass looming inThe distance. Press on.
Craggy peaks above.Crystal alpine lakes below.Lost in the beauty.
For years it beckoned.Calling from the depths. Here now,In Desolation.
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