The light my only world tonight. Three deer, many picas, one marmot, a red headed woodpecker, two elk. One sheep herd, not seen, atop Trail Rider sending rockfall moving away from me. Thirteen hours, almost exactly. Back at Maroon Lake.
Construction there forces two miles of death march down the pavement.
Punishing my feet. The moon finally comes over Highlands Ridge. I see the car only to have it turn into a Ford truck. Every summit has a false summit, tonight is no different. The loop is over.