The Highline Trail

Mountain peaks, especially, are often shrouded in a mantle of cloud; their sides shrouded in a mantle of snow. But to the observant, listening heart, they are also shrouded in a mantle of mystery, a mantle of Spirit. And that Spirit speaks, and flows, and calls. Thirty miles north of our home, in White Salmon, Washington, "Our" Mountain, 12,307 foot, Mt. Adams, waits, and calls, and sends out her silent, inviting song.Summer, 1955: It has been written, "Without dreams, even unfulfilled dreams, w