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>From a September 2002 Rocky Mountain National Park >hike: > >I sandwich myself between a warm, flat, angled rock >and the warm rays of the afternoon sun. The sounds of >running water from the waterfall on the opposite shore >of the lake, and the gentle lapping of the water >against the nearby rocks are soothing. In short order, >I am almost dry. The water is cold, yet I see no >reason to not go in again. Other times, I race >approaching afternoon thunderclouds; today, there are >no clouds. There are two shades of blue sky: with and >without sunglasses; both suit me fine. I remember to >apply more lip balm. > >Presently, the natural world is disturbed by the >approach of an airplane. Some three miles above, in an >eastbound jet at cruising altitude, the co-pilot >announces to the passengers: "on the left side of the >plane, there's a nice view of Longs Peak and Rocky >Mountain National Park." A few passengers peek briefly >through the window at the sights below, then return >their attention to the ads in the airline magazine, >and to their complimentary salty pretzels and soda. > >The unwelcome jet noise and dual contrails litter the >sky for several minutes. As natural quiet returns, I >am, once again, delighted to be on this rock at this >wonderful lake. For a short time, a couple of tiny >traces of white cotton candy clouds appear in the blue >sky, but, in a few minutes it is perfectly blue once >again - perfectly blue.

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