Bad planning, road closures and curiosity landed me at the Forsee trailhead, late but just in time to set off for John’s meadow to the sound of nearby gunfire, followed by the roar of children from the summer camp just north of the trail. After that, along the way, I found nothing but peace, beauty, a polite pack of campers and quiet, untarnished summer mountain splendor.

Summer meadow blooms
red, yellow, white, blue
windswept voices, children, guns