Fire ... fire on the mountain eternal flame 

Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for?
Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door.
The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor
You gave all you had. Why you wanna give more?
The more that you give, the more it will take
To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake.


     - The Grateful Dead

new mountain on "must do list" - Haleakala National Park & www.nps.gov/hale
from the beach to over 10,000 feet, and back to the beach ... of course.

... and the next big mountain

... and the warmup mountain

Carved upon my stone
My body lie, but still I roam ...
Wherever I may roam ...

at the beach

To anyone who has found this page ... Congratulations!
There are only a few fairly sneaky links to it.
e-mail me at sjustus@ix.netcom.com and let me know you see ...

aging hippie with niece
aging hippie Uncle Steven with hippie niece on the island
and with a redtail below
solitary birds
two solitary birds ... in the Goshute Mountains ...

The conditions of a solitary bird are five:
The first, that it flies to the highest point;
the second, that it does not suffer for company,
not even of its own kind;
the third, that it aims its beak to the skies;
the fourth, that it does not have a definite color
the fifth, that it sings very softly.
- San Juan de la Cruz, Dichos de Luz y Amor

the boys
the boys ... on the AT


Let me lay 'neath the roses, till my eyes no longer see.

I don't know, it must have been the roses,
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair.
I don't know, maybe it was the roses,
All I know I could not leave her there.

Run, run, run for the roses, the bigger it opens, the sooner it closes.
Meddle, meddle, friend of mine, all good things in all good time.

Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees, going where the wind goes
Blooming like a red rose, breathing more freely,
Ride our singin', I'll walk you in the morning sunshine
Sunshine, daydream. Sunshine, daydream. Walking in the sunshine.

Shaking in the garden, the fear within you grows,
Here there may be roses, to punch you in the nose.
Put my arms around you, love you til you cry,
Wrap you in your sweet perfume and squeeze you 'til you die
When push comes to shove, you're afraid of love.

Winter grey and falling rain, we'll see summer come again,
Darkness falls and seasons change (gonna happen every time).
Same old friends the wind and rain, Summers fade and roses die,
You'll see summer come again, Like a song that's born to soar the sky.

... ain't it the truth.
sjb

. 
Fixing a Hole
Fixing a hole where the rain gets in
Stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go ...



While alive,
 Be a dead man;
  Thoroughly dead;
   And act as you will,
 And all is good.
     - Bunan, 17th century Zen master.

"A hand full of nothing is all that I need ..." ~ Todd

party down ... eighth world ... seeya.
g8s