mountain and rivers without end


“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous,  leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May  your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells,  past temples and castles and poets’ towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch  and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red  rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a  deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where  deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon  the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than  your deepest dreams waits for you — beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.“
 Edward Abbey