Hope Lake
I was never so glad to see a lake
after 2.5 miles through the forest
and up the mountainside
on a trail full of switchbacks.
The mountains all around seemed to laugh
at us thinking we were so high.
Falls ran down the sides like silver snakes.
We jumped over bubbling creeks.
The lake lay like a giant blue puddle.
Too high for trees around,
but loaded with wild flowers,
white, yellow, red, pink, purple.
We rested, ate, enjoyed the view.
My back and legs cried in protest.
My hope at Hope Lake
was that I’d make it back down.
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