A ridge route scramble, where quietly above us, maybe not noticed by all, was a great flight of wonders.
Being solo on Banff's 3rd highest summit; higher than any mountain is sight, where my friend for the day was a single companionable bird.
There was a Columbia Icefields summit; where that magnificent creature of the air led the way.
And there, flying overhead, on another past adventure, we were once more sharing blue sky and even a more blue ocean with another of our wild place family out there.
And yet again, during a season for climbing, after just a glimpse of a passing shadow, I waited to look up because I knew what I was wondering and hoping for and was not disappointed.
While I didn't get a picture, it then rested with the register along with some small painted cobblestones.
Scientists can't seem to agree on if we evolved some how from them; or maybe they have evolved further from us.