Maps tell stories about places we know and others we wish to visit. About technology and the speed with which we can traverse vast distances, and about the things we’ll see (or avoid) on our way from point A to point B.

I have chosen to write about an actual region on a map. No particular route yet, a poem about a location I have inhabited

Alpine Zone

Bike, hike, climb, a peak

Eyes closed, seeing senses,

Summer suns my cheeks,

Soft edge needles I sense,

Ponderosa, Douglas Fir, & Lodgepole,

Pungent Western Pine forest tickles my senses


By Expedition Nomadic Adventurer

As a retiree travel blogger touring the US, voicing my wisdom, opinion, and thoughts about the retirement lifestyle and life in general. I'm an aspiring pre-published indie author of baby boomer romance and adventures with a whimsical comedic side. I photograph wildlife and landscapes, mountain, biking, kayaking, hiking, and backpacking. I travel the back roads and highways of America, Canada, and Mexico, documenting my adventures via print and photography.

8 thoughts on “Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor; “Alpine Zone””
  1. Have you actually been there ?

    1. I have driven through the Cascades towards the Washington and Oregon Coastlines on my motorcycle.

      I stopped in the Western US Cascades mountains to enjoy the colorful beauty, splendid alpine smell, and the climate change.

      At the time, I was not a writer, just a traveler, yet my experience h​as been embedded as part of my essence and memory ever since. .

      1. I guess one never forgets this sensations. 😀

        1. Oh, no, I’m planning to return next year as a RV’er.

          1. How exciting 😊

  2. What a beautiful scene.

    1. Thanks!

  3. Sounds invigorating!

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