High above the river, there’s a quiet place on a mountaintop where a few rocks have been piled atop one another. It was a place where young Indians used to go in search of their vision. I’ve been there. As we passed the trailhead, I remembered.
High above the river, there’s a quiet place on a mountaintop where a few rocks have been piled atop one another. It was a place where young Indians used to go in search of their vision. I’ve been there. As we passed the trailhead, I remembered.