Tabs Open #21: There's Always A Chance We'll Like The Burglars
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Sitting at the edge of an alpine lake with my wife and some friends on Sunday, we found cause to wonder: how, exactly, do fish get into them? The lakes sit pretty high up, and often there’s no apparent connecting waterway with any body lower down. Such a question inevitably gives way to others; how does anyone get anywhere? How was it decided to put the trail here and not there, what did they carry on their backs as they tramped it out? Were they barefoot or booted, did they imagine that someday all these people would follow their footsteps, did they stop to enjoy the wildflowers and pick the huckleberries.
Tabs Open #21: There's Always A Chance We'll Like The Burglars
Tabs Open #21: There's Always A Chance We'll…
Tabs Open #21: There's Always A Chance We'll Like The Burglars
Sitting at the edge of an alpine lake with my wife and some friends on Sunday, we found cause to wonder: how, exactly, do fish get into them? The lakes sit pretty high up, and often there’s no apparent connecting waterway with any body lower down. Such a question inevitably gives way to others; how does anyone get anywhere? How was it decided to put the trail here and not there, what did they carry on their backs as they tramped it out? Were they barefoot or booted, did they imagine that someday all these people would follow their footsteps, did they stop to enjoy the wildflowers and pick the huckleberries.